*shivers*

He knows
exactly
how to
make
me shiver.
Quiver.
Shudder.
Tremble.

He knows
exactly
the right
words
to say.

Putting
his lips
near my
ear,
feather soft,
letting them
graze it,
the warmth
of
his breath
sending
currents
down my
spine.

Breath
held prisoner
in my lungs.

Ever
so softly,
he
whispers,

“Small talk, baby.”

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