I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have enough of you. You are my high. You are what inspires me. There’s plenty of times I have to stop myself from contacting you. I would spill my lustful soul on most nights if I could have it my way. But there are rules. Must remember the rules. The most dangerous game to play is the one with hearts. But my dear, if promises were made to feel like this would never end, could we finally become more than lovers? It’s quarter after ten and, I’ll admit a few drinks I’ve shared but it only intensifies the feeling. Am I crazy for allowing my emotions to devour me? Rightfully so. But the need for you is blossoming and tonight I’ve never needed you more.
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