Toxic

by Nicole Blanchard

Being the person on the other side of Gracin’s homicidal rage may be scary, but being the reason why he’s seeking revenge makes my twisted little insides melt just a little bit.

“You better be glad you’re hurt. If you weren’t, I would rip your balls off with my bare hands.” “I think I’ve been a bad influence on you,” he says, smiling even though he’s nearly ghost white beneath his tan.

I lose myself in his kiss, his touch, his toxic love.