He tilted my chin up and I swear those lips are magic. Witchcraft. Sorcery. Whatever it is in those lips, it’s addictive. Unassailable. I had to have more. More of this feeling of being wanted.
Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
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