I lay in bed looking out the window, my head gently resting on Lucas naked chest. His hands grasping my bare hips as we spoke quietly. His fingers gently tracing my spine.
I loved Luca.
And it didn't scare me that much.
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Short Story#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.
