Nonchalantly, he walks towards me, aware of where he is, where he's supposed to go, who's watching him and yet the universe seems to have only the two of us in that moment.
He leans forward, not breaking the solid eye contact and the dangerous smile for even a second and says, "You're here to steal me again" as his lips brush mine, in the same hungry way as before.
As if I had planned everything to perfection, I smile as his teeth graze my lips. "Of course" I say, like I just stole what was always mine.
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