You smile at him as you pass by at a party. His eyes meet yours, and his smile lingers. You're grabbing a drink when you feel a hand on yours and you're pulled into an empty room. His arms are around you, and he kisses you, leaving you breathless. "I want to be with you in front of everyone. Are you sure you're not ready?" You know he doesn't care what his friends think. It doesn't matter that you're not rich, he looks at you with a pleading look. His hand caresses your face,"I love you."
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