FROM THE BASE OF HER NECK TO THE ARCH OF HER EYELIDS

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- he watches her, soft sunset dipped hair and honey lips, and he feels like a child, his face pressed against a window pleading for something he cannot have. he reminds himself he's not the hero in this story, he doesn't get the girl.

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HER BEAUTY MADE A SLAVE TO ME

"belle's the name
and respecting boundaries is the game"

OR IN WHICH BELLE SOMMERS MEETS DAMON SALVATORE AND EVERYTHING CHANGES