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I love a boy with sun-kissed hair, With ocean storms in his bright blue eyes, I love a boy who drinks my tears when I cry.Petra March
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My fingers gripped his sweaty T-shirt. I kept kissing Eagan until he groaned softly in his sleep.“ I love you, ” I murmured against his lips. I moved away from him. I forced myself to stand, Igrabbed my guitar case and I left. On the bus, I kept licking my lips; I tasted him, the saltof his sweat, and a hint of cinnamon.Petra March
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Ari's words felt like drops of sunlight upon my skin, and my frame was burning with longing.Petra March