We fight, argue, and make up like teenagers do.
We touch, we suck, but we don’t kiss.
No, we never kiss.
His lips have been all over my body - everywhere but on top of mine.
I wasn’t supposed to need his touch.
To beg for a kiss...just one little kiss.
But our little arrangement has swallowed me whole.
I only crave one thing, but I know he’ll never give it to me.
Because the only way he’ll ever kiss a woman on the lips is if he loves her.
And my playboy boss--a man who is promised to another woman--will never love me.
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