"Now this might be a mistake—that I'm calling you this late—but these dreams I have of you aren't real enough." — Faouzia.
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Song Recommendation: "Minefields" — Faouzia ft. John Legend.
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We staggered inside, our lips moving with raw hunger, starved for this moment—starved for each other. My heart raced as I kissed her with utter passion while she closed the door behind her. Her tongue teased my mouth, coaxing it to part open, and I slid mine inside hers, momentarily pausing when I tasted beer on her breath. She was drunk.
Elspeth giggled against my lips, sending shivers down my spine.
"Why did you stop?" she murmured, pulling away with a smug smile as I struggled to gather my senses. Shit. She's drunk, and she came to me.
"I've missed you," she confessed, laughter spilling out as she walked toward the couch. "I've missed this place. Our home." Another laugh escaped her.
