Desire
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Softness was never the same as harmlessness; roses have thorns, pretty things have teeth, and survival taught her how to use both.
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Someone slips quietly into every thought until affection becomes wildfire and even tomorrow begins wearing their face.
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A tender confession about carrying someone like a protected secret and wondering what they would do if they knew.
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A quiet spark of desire grows beneath rain-soft glances, moonlit silence, and everything neither person is ready to name.
Between Bruises & Blooms 