"Don't you get it?" He said, gripping me tighter.
I didn't respond, I couldn't. A low moan escaped my lips. His hands felt like silk against my bare skin. I was fire and he was ice, breaking me down.
"I fucking love you more than I love myself."
"Don't you get it?" He said, gripping me tighter.
I didn't respond, I couldn't. A low moan escaped my lips. His hands felt like silk against my bare skin. I was fire and he was ice, breaking me down.
"I fucking love you more than I love myself."
My love for him is too strong, washes over me like a tidal wave every time he shoots me that un-freaking-believable smirk. How can this love, this person breathing in the form of happiness, be so bea...