You knock like always, your heart pounding you're drunk again The door opens, and before he can even say a word, your mouth is already moving—fast. Words stumble over each other, your feelings pouring out in a rush, too quick, too messy. He blinks, trying to follow, catching maybe half of what you’re saying. After that, you're panting heavily, looking at him with innocent eyes, trying to look cute for him. He frowns as looks down at you For the last damn time.. It's a no. Now get out.
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