Flirty stares and sly smiles.
Loud music and overpriced drinks.
Bare skin and stilettos.
Ragged breaths and pounding hearts.
She likes the change, she likes not knowing.
She likes hearing them cry for her.
She likes being loved unconditionally and giving nothing in return.
She likes the drama and the danger.
She says she has to go.
He begs her not to leave.
Heels click as she walks out without glancing back.
Heartbreak.
Disaster.
Lust.
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