He approached me, placing his hand on the color palette and soaking his fingers in red. Slowly, his hands moved toward my neck.

"You know what I love about you? This...," he murmured. "The moment I saw those scratch marks on your neck, at that very moment, all I wanted was to kiss you there."

"Stops it, it's harmfull....:

"Ssshhh.... they are non toxic but what about me?"

Gently, he placed his fingers on my neck, his touch deliberate. With his hands, he traced patterns on my neck, painting it red.

Then, he raised his hand to his temple, signaling towards it. His crimson hand glided from my temple to my cheek.

Again, he dipped his fingers into the color, placing them delicately on my collarbone. "And this," point it toward my chest, "your heart. I love the most. But you know what the sexiest thing about you is?" He raised his hands.

"This."

He gestured towards my temple, directing my attention to my heart.

"It's a subtle thing-the space between your heart and mind. That's what attracts me the most. Your brain kept your feelings guarded when you sent me to jail."

He took a long pose and looked directly into my eyes. raising my chin to meet his eyes.

"That was constantly telling you that you started falling for me yet you didn't think for a second, and "BAMP! JAIL, you took your decision. "

As he began to withdraw from our closeness and start taking his steps backwardly, he observed me from a distance.

"Look at you, how you're breathing and trembling in need-craving my touch," he said seductively.

"Shut up, Tapish," I retorted.

"Then shut me up," he teased, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. I approached him aggressively, ready to silence his words.

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