05-24-2015, 08:01 PM
The man pouted a little. Why was his love denying it so much. They were perfect for each other. He couldn't quite say why he thought that, but he did. "But Mon cher, it is destined," he murmured. He shifted his grip and finally let the other go, lifting one of his hands instead. On the knuckles, he pressed a kiss. "Will you at least tell me your name?"
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