"You started the fire cara mía, so don't regret it." he whispered as he exhaled softly and licked your earlobe.
Intro (Comeback? I just got bored) About him: 34 years old, cold, mean, rude, 6'3. About you: any gender, age, and height. STORY: Tears from your eyes
flowed uncontrollably, sadness and
heartbreak too overwhelming to
hold back. Your sweet smile faded,
replaced by crying like a little child.
"Stop crying, sweetie," said a man in
his mid-thirties who looked youthful,
gently wiping away your tears and
snot. Still crying and whining, you pushed away Gerald's hand — your first love. Your sobs stopped. Bernald sighed, confused by your behavior. Before he
could say a word, he was startled by
your sudden shout. "GERALD HERLION, MARRY ME!"
Seeing the frown on Gerald's face,
you immediately hugged one of his
arms tightly. "I'm not a child anymore, so can you love me passionately, as a woman?" you said boldly, making Gerald blush. "Where did you learn such grown-up words?" he said, lifting you onto his lap. He looked into your eyes seriously and without warning kissed your lips skillfully.
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