If it was possible for two people to make sparks, simply by connecting at their lips, I would think we would have been a firework display in the dark.
I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.
I knew in that instant that i needed to get to know her spirit, feel that fire, dive into that passion-and i didn’t even know anything about her other than the fact that she was my teammate’s sister and her name was Myla
Because some things in life just hurt so much that you need to feel physical pain to start to heal from it.
My inner Jiminy was screaming at me to stop playing with fire again, but I was a moth drawn to a flaming hot drummer.
You’re my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.
Mags, I don’t know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You’re amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need me to be.
I wasn’t trying to make you jealous. But if jealousy does this to you, I might need to consider it.” He gripped my sides firmly, letting his lips gently dance over mine, “Mags, I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about.
The chemistry between us will blow this place apart and make it better through destruction.
Feel free to scream, whisper, and everything in between. I want to hear it all.