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She refuses to tell him what she feels, so she writes to him. She writes everything he can't handle, everything he can't know. She barely knows him. All she knows is the passion that took control of her ever since she met him.

Mathilde_Le_Clech · Teenager
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60 Chs

November 19th

- Are you here this weekend?

- No, but I'm coming home this evening.

- Interesting.

- Do you have something in mind?

- Now I do… I would like you to make love to me. Simply.

- Do you want to see each other tonight?

- If I can, yes. But I don't know if this desire is mutual.

- If I ask you this question, you can imagine the answer, right?

- Yes. But deep down, I don't know your thoughts.

- I'm telling you what I really think. I still want you.

- Okay. I'll tell you if I am available.

- Okay… I can't help but find them bizarre, these exchanges, a little formal and cold, compared to what they have been.

- I know. It's when we're not seeing each other that I don't know how to be nice and warm.

- Before, you did very well. I think that now you're holding back so that I don't get the wrong ideas.

- My thoughts are in my eyes… I would even like to sleep with you, to be honest. Are you motivated?

- Yes, I would like to reconnect with you.

- Reconnecting tempts me.