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Intro. I never believed in the looks that say everything ... until I saw him. I had that attitude of soft danger, as if every word that did not say were loaded with intentions. Dissal hair, deep look, lips with a grimace between arrogant and addictive. I didn't need to talk to make me tremble. I saw him for the first time, but I felt he already knew him. Or worse ... that he already knew everything about me. My gestures, my secrets, even my desire to flee and stay at the same time. And when our eyes crossed, it was no accident. It was a game. One in which we were already losing control. because with him ... it's not about love. It's about desire. Of tension. To touch the limit just to cross it together.

diego

@Florencia