Goodnight, Texas
"You can't just walk in here with your bright lipstick and your sad brown eyes and expect me to leave you alone. look at you."
He sharply laughed, his grip on her shoulders tightening as he pulled her closer to him.
"You're the kind of woman that makes a man like me remember everything I've done wrong and want to change."
He let go of her.
and in that instant he decided their fate.
If he had held on a little longer he would of had her.
But, He let go.
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