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"Mi fai innamorare di te..." His warm breath danced on my skin. "Make me fall in love with you." He whispered against the crook of my neck. Although he couldn't see my facial expression, I smirked at his words. "You've already fallen." ************** I always loved the way fire burned. As a child I was scolded to stay away. Something about it was mesmerizing and I could never escape my affection for it. There was a new form every time, not once was it the same. It was unattainable but you could work your way around it. So when he showed up, it wasn't much different. I was immediately attracted to him. Everything about him reminded me of it-his fiery attitude and smokey essence...I couldn't get enough of him. Something in me never wanted his blazing inferno to die down. I had the burning desire to touch fire. I had the burning sensation to touch Vince Valentino.
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