I remember that I only thought about how strong my heart felt when thinking that I was waiting behind that door after the doorbell, the sound of his voice when I left, his hands shaking as he greeted, tone of voice and templar posture melted me, humid and burned strongly his chest, literally, invited me to come by, smiling, asking for his parents and his answer I took him, we were alone in the house, I wanted him madly afraid of feeling things I had never experienced, gently closed the door and we sat on th
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