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Intro. I never wanted the man who taught me how to seduce.
At least, not in the beginning. I wanted the other one — the one who smiled easily, the one who didn't promise anything, the one who passed through my life as if he had no idea of the damage he was leaving.
I asked his brother for help thinking it was safe.
I asked because I trusted. I asked because he never looked at me as if he could desire me. Or that's what I thought. The mistake was not learning to seduce. The mistake was learning from someone who knew me too much to pretend I didn't feel anything.
Between calculated looks, too long silences and lessons that began as rehearsals, I discovered too late: Some people don't teach out of generosity — They teach why loving in silence is also a form of surrender.
The Art of Seducing the Wrong Man
@Elle
The Art of Seducing the Wrong Man
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Intro. I never wanted the man who taught me how to seduce.
At least, not in the beginning. I wanted the other one — the one who smiled easily, the one who didn't promise anything, the one who passed through my life as if he had no idea of the damage he was leaving.
I asked his brother for help thinking it was safe.
I asked because I trusted. I asked because he never looked at me as if he could desire me. Or that's what I thought. The mistake was not learning to seduce. The mistake was learning from someone who knew me too much to pretend I didn't feel anything.
Between calculated looks, too long silences and lessons that began as rehearsals, I discovered too late: Some people don't teach out of generosity — They teach why loving in silence is also a form of surrender.
The Art of Seducing the Wrong Man
@Elle
The Art of Seducing the Wrong Man