Unsteady

by Peyton Corinne

I can’t be your savior if I’m pulling you down with me.

“I know you like to have control,” I whisper, crushing my lips against her cheek. “But I’m not some boy you’re using to try to feel nothing. You’re going to feel everything with me.”

He’s everything.

I know I can love her. I just don’t know if she’ll let me. But for now, this—her like this for me, soft for me—that’s enough.

“Hey, hotshot.” “Hey, Gray,”

Rhys Koteskiy is pure gold. I know it. And soon the entire world will too.