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“This changes nothing. I still don’t fucking like you,”
“The feelin’s mutual. Tell anyone about this I’ll. Kick. Your. Ass.”
This ruffled chicken look is kind of hot.
Wait? Where the hell did that come from? Blaine isn’t hot…
He’s only mine to fuck with and they know it.
That’s right, Blaine, remember all the things I did to you in the dark. Remember how much you liked it.
You can run, Blaine, but just know that I love the chase.
He’s like an addiction, a drug of the worst kind that’s consuming me, and all I want is my next hit. I’m like an
alcoholic dying for a sip, telling myself it’ll be the last one, but always wanting more. Silas Richards is my favorite vice.
My chest is heaving, breaths puffing past my lips harshly as he works me up. “He punched you and it pissed me off. No one fucks with you but me.”
And I fucking love it. I want him to call me that all the time. I want to be his baby every damn day and from now on, if he’ll let me.
Blaine, baby, I need you to get out of my head, you’re fucking with my ability to do life properly.
who cares what happens to me?” “I do,”
“You’re important to me. Fuck that, I’m obsessed with you, Blaine
Yates. Like a toxin there ain’t no cure for. You’ve poisoned me, baby, but I’ll happily suffer for you.”
“I told you I’m possessive, but you might not know exactly what that means, so let me explain.” His hand comes up to cage my throat, raw fury in his eyes when he speaks. “You’re mine, Blaine. My guy. I fuckin’ worship you. Every time you talk, you have me on a hook. Every time you do that weird snort-laugh, I want to own you. And every time you feel bad, I want to tear the world down to fix it. Why you think I’m ashamed, I dunno, but you gotta get that thought right out of your head before I fuck it out of you.”
Omg omg omg mind boggling
“You wanted them to know? Well, now they’re in for a fuckin’ show.”
And I love Blaine Yates. I can’t believe I tried to fight it. All of them were right, Mama and my friends just knew it before I did. There’s no doubt in my mind that Blaine is the love of my life. The
way he kisses me makes my heart sing, like a fucking fairy tale or some shit. Every time he smiles, I die a little, but his laugh brings me back to life. When he touches me with sweet, tender hands that I don’t deserve, everything in the world stills. Blaine might not think he is, and other people might tell me I’m wrong, but he’s perfect in every sense of the word.
“Because I fuckin’ love you, you dumbass.”
“I love you too,”
