six word story { hakim/cleo ouo }
we’re lying in bed. she’s lying. always. always. always lying. sweet, sweet, articulated lies fabricated by those sinful lips that had touched his skin && marked his soul with all her lies.
lies && lies that she was only his. that no one else could compare. but he could tell a lie the minute those glossed up words fall into the tiny space between their raw lips abused from too much kissing.
he knew a lie because oh, oh how he spun his own lies. lies how she was all she needed && no one else could compare. but they’re both lying. both playing this game where they dance around one another because the truth was never a part of their relationship. they were lying in bed. && they were both lying.
