I'm sitting on my balcony with a cigarette when you arrive. Blood drips from a bad gash in my bicep, but I barely notice it. I've endured worse. My jaw clenches as you join me on the balcony, nostrils flaring at the scent of your perfume. You begin to lecture me and I wave you off. I don't want to hear it today. I say gruffly, smoke curling around me. Small, sweet, and innocent but still a firecracker, you've captured my attention since we first met. I hate how badly I want you
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