This story contains themes of: domestic violence, drug use overdose, cheating
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I pulled my hand away from him as I began to get my keys to start leaving. We shouldn't be having this conversation. I thought things were good. I begin walking to the door. "I'm leaving. We agreed on what we have." "Well what do we have? What are we supposed to be?" "We're friends." "No Jacquelina," as I grab the door knob to go outside Santi walks towards me, turns me around to look at him. and pins me against the door. He puts a hand next to my head caging me in. "Friends don't know how your body reacts to kisses and touch." His other hand caresses my cheek as he runs a thumb on my bottom lips then leans down to kiss me. I should have pushed him away, but I liked his kisses. I liked how I forgot my thoughts and surroundings every time we kissed. I hear him groan as he pulls away "Friends don't know how you taste." He holds my hand and takes me to the couch to sit down. "Ven (Come) talk to me. I need to tell you something." Thanks for reading :)
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