Ziva POV
I see him, he is rigth there, in front of me, sitting on his chair, with his feet on his table, probably पढ़ना one of "those" magazines... He will never know how much he irritates me... so probably he will never now about the chills I have everytime his eyes पार करना, क्रॉस mine, या about how he makes me sing mentally, but और than that he will never know how much I प्यार him. Yes, I admit, I'm not stronger as I seem... if I was maybe I would tell him everything I feel.
He is looking at me now, and a stupid fever is crushing down on me, I'm being consumed with the desire of किस him. But I...
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