Tattooed. Hot. My best friend's brother. Off-limits, except for that one night.
That One Night
Cannot be spoken of. Cannot be thought of. Cannot allow myself to daydream.
Daydream
That I’m going to become someone. That he can see me as someone.
Someone
To love. To forget. To believe. To taste.
To make me forget my everlasting sin once and for all.
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