Story Of My Lover


1. My Love

Her skin. Her hair. The unmistakable smell of roses. She looked at him from the corner of the bed, with a sneaky smile on her lips. Her pale skin almost light up the room in the dark.

He was only a hobby to her; she was the love of his life.

"Ya' ready to get dirty?", She asked.

He moved closer, ready to take off his clothes, but stopped a meter from her. Her obvious confusing made him talk.

"I love you", he said.

For a moment she just sat there as if she didn't know what to do next.

Then she picked up her dress and walked out the door.

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