Title: Valgfritt

Text: His head turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest slate. I bite my lip. "Oh, fuck the paperwork," he growls. He lunges at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he's got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my head, and he's pinning me to the wall using his hips. Holy shit. His other hand grabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It's only just not painful. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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