"Now this might be a mistake—that I'm calling you this late—but these dreams I have of you aren't real enough." — Faouzia.
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Song Recommendation: "Minefields" — Faouzia ft. John Legend.
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We staggered inside, our lips moving with raw hunger, starved for this moment—starved for each other. My heart raced as I kissed her with utter passion while she closed the door behind her. Her tongue teased my mouth, coaxing it to part open, and I slid mine inside hers, momentarily pausing when I tasted beer on her breath. She was drunk.
Elspeth giggled against my lips, sending shivers down my spine.
"Why did you stop?" she murmured, pulling away with a smug smile as I struggled to gather my senses. Shit. She's drunk, and she came to me.
