I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved.
Forever curious, intolerably charming & a girl with lots to say. A home wrecker with a heart of gold. I have horrendous taste in the opposite sex, but my pick of the female form is second-to-none. A 23 year old wanderer, who is not lost.
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this is what a hero looks like (w.k.)
He laughed at their jokes as his hand caressed my knee, excused himself and whispered ‘come with me’ in my ear as he passed. My heart pounded in my chest as I rose and followed him to the back of the house. He smiled at me, the smile that had already became my favourite thing. I opened my mouth to speak, and suddenly his mouth was on mine and we were kissing and I didn’t want to be doing anything else. He pulled away, quicker than I would of liked, and as he took my face in his hand he kissed me one final kiss, delicate as silk, and murmured, ‘now, you have to come back’, and rejoined the party, leaving me speechless and weak in his wake.
You’re probably right.