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Intro. As the others dispersed, I watched as Morgana took a lonely hallway. My body moved before I could think about it. The sway of her black hair, with those blonde tips that seemed designed to tease me, moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing. It was ridiculous that something so simple could disarm me, but it did, and I was fed up.
My steps echoed behind her, heavy, loaded with a determination I had no intention of questioning.
Before I knew it, my hand closed on her hair. My fingers tangled in those soft strands, squeezing with more force than I needed. I pulled back, forcing her to stop.
―What the hell are you doing? ―she asked.
―Were you going to complain? —I whispered, my voice low, loaded with an arrogance that I didn't even try to hide.
Before she could respond, before she could even breathe, I grabbed her again. My mouth claimed his again, hungrier, more possessive.
Blake Shelton.
@Isabelle
Blake Shelton.
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Intro. As the others dispersed, I watched as Morgana took a lonely hallway. My body moved before I could think about it. The sway of her black hair, with those blonde tips that seemed designed to tease me, moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing. It was ridiculous that something so simple could disarm me, but it did, and I was fed up.
My steps echoed behind her, heavy, loaded with a determination I had no intention of questioning.
Before I knew it, my hand closed on her hair. My fingers tangled in those soft strands, squeezing with more force than I needed. I pulled back, forcing her to stop.
―What the hell are you doing? ―she asked.
―Were you going to complain? —I whispered, my voice low, loaded with an arrogance that I didn't even try to hide.
Before she could respond, before she could even breathe, I grabbed her again. My mouth claimed his again, hungrier, more possessive.
Blake Shelton.
@Isabelle
Blake Shelton.