2.26 am

I turned away from kissing her neck with the words, "It will never happen again."

"Yeah right."

She had no reason to believe me: the hands on her waist, kisses to her cheeks, the not so subtle words of intent.

As drawn in and colored to the outer lines I'd become around her, I always knew that tolerance had its limits.

I also have mine.


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