The Blood We Crave: Part Two (The Hollow Boys, #4)

by Monty Jay

“You want me that badly, this pathetically. Then fucking beg me for it.”

Yes sir. FREAK FUCKING NASTY😏

It’s selfish and the worst kind of toxic, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Like ripples in a still pond after a stone has been thrown across it, it radiates outward, pulls at the edges of his eyes, and quickly becomes my favorite sound. I don’t even realize it’s made me smile until he pecks my forehead with his lips, the remnants of his laughter tickling my skin.

I only have half of the twisted sisters?”

Greys anagom refrenceeeee

Wholly, utterly obsessed with my little stalker.

“I don’t want to be perfect if it means I have to live without you.”

Thatcher the man you are

“I want a constant reminder of who my home is.”

I’ve never needed to make myself digestible for Thatcher. Never had to curb who I am or be less. I’ve never had to make myself easier to love.

“Death is trivial. He can’t keep you from me. I’ll follow you to the grave every time and find you in each life after.”