> He sat in the corner. Always quiet. Always reading.
I didn't care.
I wanted him.
And when I want something, I take it.
I didn't ask for his name. I already knew it.
I didn't wait for him to talk. I didn't need him to.
I kissed him first.
He left.
Now he's back. Taller. Sharper.
Not as quiet. Not as soft.
And the way he looks at me now?
Like he remembers everything.
I thought I marked him.
But maybe…
he's the one who's about to mark me.
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