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by IrelandU

I am a nervous wreck. A boy I thought had no intention of kissing me has done it again, and his mouth tasted less of alcohol the second time around. Now he messages me during the day, the night, the second he gets off of work. Yet he speaks nothing of his intentions. Does he want me or my mouth? Do I want him or his? I've brushed my teeth a dozen times, but my tongue still burns from that night.
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