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Not only the physical touches we give each other but I want her talking to me too. She's hardly said much of anything to me. We were done cold turkey. I want her voice.
I don't understand how I used to be annoyed at how much she talked and how often she asked me questions about anything and everything. Now I don't want her to ever stop talking to me.
I think I'm an attention whore.
Always wanting her touch, always wanting her looking at me, always wanting her talking to me, I'm a full-on attention whore for her.
Because I'm 100% madly in love with her. And I fucking love it.
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A few of y'all are already on Thursday, but I promise it is still Wednesday where I am.
Thank you for reading! I've been having multiple issues around me lately and ideas aren't coming to me as well but I'll try hard for you guys to get the next chapter up soon!
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-Ashlyn M.
Chapter 30: Herb
?Azalea?
Five days now that we've been 'not together' anymore. Six days of not having slept in the same bed. No kisses or anything and I'm proud of myself. He's tempting he'ssotempting. Especially when he's behaving himself. Which he has been doing.
He's so kissable. And he just sits there waiting for me to make a move on him. He's got 'kiss me' eyes and I'm struggling to hold myself back.
Just as he's doing right now.
"What?" he asks.
"You're the one looking at me," I shrug. Even though I'm looking at him too.
"So?" he scoots closer to me. His intoxicating smell makes me want to put my face in his chest.
"So don't," I lick my lips and his eyes trail down to them. They stay in that position, looking there and not moving.
"Stop looking at my lips," I warn.
"I can't kiss you so I'm imagining it, leave me alone," he dismisses my warning.
"And other things," he mumbles. I scoot away from him and turn my head before I give in.
"Are you harassing her?" Jai's voice questions as he shows up at our table.
"Yes he is, call the po-po," I nod to Jai.
"I thought y'all broke up?" he questions.
"We did," I confirm, "but it's hard."
"So am I," Grey mutters under his breath and I feel my eyes widen just a tad bit. I peek over at him and he's not-so-subtly looking down my black v-neck silky tank top.
"If you're still sitting here by the time Abby gets here I'm gonna pitch a fit and you'll never hear the end of it," I assure Grey as two o'clock quickly approaches, the time we agreed to meet up at.
He shrugs like it's not a big deal.
