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Essay / Phoenix - 1694
Phoenix,” Edgeworth began languorously, “Tell me, what’s the matter with you? Phoenix's eyes seemed to darken at this question. "What's wrong with me?" " He ran his fingers through the obsidian. The mane stood on end, trying to remain calm. He didn't want to say something he would later regret. "I don't know what you're talking about. » A frown appeared on Edgeworth's face weeks after he had confessed his feelings for the lawyer, something he hadn't wanted to do, but he said something was on his mind. ' had pushed there. To his surprise, Phoenix had agreed to go out with him They had gone out on a date, Phoenix's lips escaped him every time he tried to grab them with his. than he would have admitted it. He had already asked if everything was a mistake, after letting his doubts invade him too much, but Phoenix assured him again and again that it was not. that the idea of any sort of intimacy with your partner is so overwhelming?" Phoenix's eyes hardened, head turning to meet Edgeworth's gaze. "Is that all you're thinking about? Can't we just enjoy each other's company?" The prosecutor couldn't understand why Phoenix seemed so stressed sometimes. "You know I didn't mean it like that. I'm not promiscuous. I'm just curious why you barely let me hold your hand." "I think..." Phoenix licked his parched lips, carefully gathering the words deep in his mind. “I think maybe I jumped into this too quickly. » Edgeworth stood up with indignation towards him. It was all he could do not to get too emotional. His worst dreams were coming true. “What do you mean by that?” “What do you think I mean?” Enraged... middle of paper... do you want that? he asked, his ash gray eyes searching the dark brown for answers. He had to stop himself before it became a real possibility that he was taking advantage of Phoenix who he realized he had forced to kiss. Phoenix's eyes glazed over with emotion as he remembered how stupid he had been. “I love you,” he said with complete certainty. It was something his voice rarely contained. I don't want that. "Edgeworth, too, showed his stupidity, looking at Phoenix as if he had been crushed. "I want you. "Edgeworth had been true to his feelings for so long that he felt an incredible thrill. Finally, he pulled Edgeworth closer. Their bodies spoke a language they never could, merging a symphony of pure bliss. Phoenix knew - and probably always had - that it was something he could never give up. After all, he wasn't stupid..