❝ and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn't the one you thought it would be. and the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy. and the boy who loves you the wrong way keeps weakening. you thought if you handed over your body he'd do something interesting. ❞
― Richard Siken, Crush
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⤚ Book 1: The Art of Moving On ⤙
⤚ Book 2: Always Cas ⤙
⤚ Book 3: Here With You ⤙
THE BOY beside me is hot, always runs hot, is an unfamiliar frame with arms and legs that feel like foreign objects, like near earth objects. His body is a meteor preparing to crash into me. I let it.
THE BOY slides on top of me, presses elbows and knees into my soft tissue. I close my eyes against the fluttering kisses that sweep across my face as a sleep-soaked breath rakes down my neck.
THE BOY is not mine to keep. His body belongs to space, will only stay long enough to cause catastrophic damage. It knocks me off my axis, rearranges my moons like bowling pins. And I let it.
Because I love the boy even as he breaks me.
Trigger Warnings: Homophobia, Verbal/Physical Assault, Mentions of Suicide, Explicit Language, and Sexual Content
Update 9/22: 10 chapters left to edit. Hoping all the info matches. If you catch any continuity errors or any mistakes pls don't hesitate to comment them. I won't take offense!
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General FictionCalvin Sumner is just trying to find a job, pass his classes, get into college, and maybe kiss a few boys if he can manage it. He never thought he'd find himself working in a cupcake cafe, or falling in love with his brooding, ex-military boss who h...
