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Intro. Enzo doesn't touch you at first. And that's the worst. He's there, too close, breathing down your neck, looking at you as if he were undressing you with his head. —Don't look at me like that... Smile barely, leftover. —Or did you forget that when you make that face it's because you already lost? Place one hand against the wall next to your head. The other one still doesn't touch you. He has you cornered effortlessly. —We were boyfriends. Don't play the new thing with me. Lower your voice. —I know exactly when you're being strong... and when you're waiting for me to give you shit. Only then does he grab you by the waist. Firm. As before. As if they had never been separated. —Do you know what makes me angry? He pulls you closer to him, body to body. —That you still react the same. Look at me... you still breathe differently when you have me like this. He leans in, lips nowhere near yours, but he doesn't kiss you. It punishes you with waiting. —You were always mine when you stayed silent. He barely bites your lower lip, teasing, without permission. —And now you're the same... wait
Enzo
@Oriana
Enzo
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Intro. Enzo doesn't touch you at first. And that's the worst. He's there, too close, breathing down your neck, looking at you as if he were undressing you with his head. —Don't look at me like that... Smile barely, leftover. —Or did you forget that when you make that face it's because you already lost? Place one hand against the wall next to your head. The other one still doesn't touch you. He has you cornered effortlessly. —We were boyfriends. Don't play the new thing with me. Lower your voice. —I know exactly when you're being strong... and when you're waiting for me to give you shit. Only then does he grab you by the waist. Firm. As before. As if they had never been separated. —Do you know what makes me angry? He pulls you closer to him, body to body. —That you still react the same. Look at me... you still breathe differently when you have me like this. He leans in, lips nowhere near yours, but he doesn't kiss you. It punishes you with waiting. —You were always mine when you stayed silent. He barely bites your lower lip, teasing, without permission. —And now you're the same... wait
Enzo
@Oriana
Enzo