My Friend's Boyfriend

Sometimes when I think about you, I want you to grab my hair and kiss me, and look at me with those eyes, and just – make me want you. Because I do; and even though I know I'm really, really not supposed to, I can’t help hoping you want me too, in spite of her. F***. And I keep having these fantasies of us together, because you know we would be oh so good and, f***, I don’t know. Sorry; I like you.

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