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To those who dare to dream even in their darkest days.
💜
I wish to find someone who appreciates my presence instead of destroying it.
Great. Lusting after an unhinged man who wants to call the police on you. We have stooped to new levels of low, Chloe.
I smile, captivated by her ingenuity. Somehow, I came across someone who doesn’t bother fitting the status quo of my life lately.
Would he think I’m weird if I ask him if I can record him saying my name a couple of times? For mindfulness meditation activities, obviously.
that would be weird
“Girlfriend?!” I whisper-shout. He shrugs. “It was the best thing I could come up with under pressure. It sounded better than calling you my little criminal, or was I wrong?”
AAAA
The audacity of this man. I want to hate it, but I end up respecting him for acting unapologetically himself.
I look down at the bouquet. The wildflowers remind me of her, beautiful in an untamed and understated kind of way. I
Chloe the criminal has devastation written all over her, and I need her to run in the opposite direction. Because now that I’ve been around her, I don’t know who’s more dangerous—her or me.
This is how we get in trouble, Chloe. Resist the man with a damaged past and a heart to match.
Kissing him is a different experience altogether. Santiago kisses me like a man who found an oasis in the middle of a desert. It’s nothing I expected but everything I want more of.
“I’m seeing a trend here. Do you like wildflowers?” “There’s something beautiful about chaos.” “They remind me of you.”
“Because those who see beauty in chaos also see flowers instead of weeds, and that’s a gift in a world like ours.”
Personally, I don’t care if it takes you a minute or an hour to get up. All that matters is that you do.”
He might be the King of Lies, but I’m the Ace of Spades.
Seriously, this man is a whole other level of irresistible. He cooks, he babysits, and he’s grumpy. My kind of kryptonite.
He winks. I blush. The cycle repeats itself.
Chloe, please rein in your ovaries. They’re wreaking havoc on your brain.
Sorry, little wildflower, but I’m not sure you’ll survive my deadly storm.
She looks like a dark angel, tempting me with a wicked smile and bright eyes.
Chloe Carter has me hooked, and I can’t exactly say I’m sorry about it.
None of this is fake now. Her reaction, my interest, the way both our bodies respond to each other’s touch. It’s all so fucking real, I can practically taste the attraction between us both.
Some kisses stoke a passion. Some kisses heal the soul. Kissing Chloe is a combination of two—the sweetest medicine that leads to a lifelong addiction.
His heart calls out to mine, begging me to help him. He might look beautiful on the outside, but he’s nothing but broken on the inside. It has me absolutely enraptured.
If she’s the princess who picks wildflowers and radiates sunshine, then I’m the beast—scarred with a personality to match.
While people like me shrivel away in the shadows, people like her create their own light.
She’s like the moon who shines bright despite the never-ending darkness.
Santiago is embroidering himself into my skin like the designs I love so much, and I’m not exactly sure what I’m going to do about it.
“You’re telling me that we have to share one bed?” Her eyes bounce between the king-size mattress and my face. “Yes.” “And one room?” “That’s usually how the one-bed situation works. Yes.” I smirk.
Chloe’s laughs are the sweetest melody, a harmony of sounds that can’t be recreated by any strings or notes.
She’s always been beautiful. But her by my side while I battle my demons? It’s a look that can’t compare.
Who am I kidding? I’m into the hurricane of craziness that is Chloe Carter. I want to get lost in her storm and never come out.
“Life is about creating the memories that matter, while forgetting the ones that don’t.”
She’s my kaleidoscope in a world of gray.
Chloe’s hand covers mine. “I just want you to know I’m really freaking proud of you right now.” A blush creeps into my cheeks. “It’s just a game.” “It’s more than that.” “How so?” “This is your redemption.”
She’s like a rainbow after the storm, and I’ll be damned if she fades away once the sun breaks through the clouds.
Damn. Chloe didn’t just steal a piece of my heart. She carved her initials into it, branding me for life.
Chloe feels like heaven, hell, and everything in between. It’s ecstasy and poison. Lust and love. Everything I want while being everything I fear.
Chloe Carter destroyed me in every way I needed. She broke me apart before gluing me back together, repairing me from the inside out. I’m not letting this girl get away. Not now and not ever.
“I like you a lot,” I whisper. It’s not a declaration of love, but it’s the most I can do for now. He presses a soft kiss at the corner of my lips. “I like you a lot too. I like you a lot more than anyone else.”
“I love you, Chloe. I love you so damn much, sometimes I ask myself if it’s normal to have an uncomfortable feeling in my chest whenever you’re not around.” “I don’t even know what loving someone else feels like, let alone how to accept it from someone.” I frown, hating how true the words are. “Will you let me show you?”
AAAAAAA
“Loving you feels like I found a life raft in the middle of a raging ocean.” “Is that supposed to be romantic?” I tease.
“Loving you is like being stranded in a desert without food or water. Like I’m half delusional, wondering if this whole damn thing is a mirage, because nothing should feel or look this good.”
“And most of all, loving you is realizing heaven isn’t a place, but a person.”
“I love you, Chloe. And it’s okay if you don’t know what it means to be loved by someone, let alone love someone else because I promise to love you enough for the two of us. To love you every day to make up for everyone else who failed miserably.”
He really does love me. Deeply. Madly. Unconditionally.
I grin at him. “I like this version of you.” “And what version is that?” “The one I’m falling in love with.” I slip out of the house, leaving a slack-jawed Santiago behind me.
I wish that Chloe Carter falls in love with someone worthy of her eighties-loving heart. That she finds that soul-crushing, heart-mending, passion-fueled love. A love that leaves her desperate for more because nothing that amazing should ever be done in moderation. The same love I found with her.
STOPPP <3
“I love you. I’m so in love with you. The kind of love that does leave me desperate in a way that makes me think I’m going crazy.” I stand and pull her into me, landing a soft kiss against her lips. “Say it again.” “I love you, Santiago Alatorre.” “I’ll never get used to you saying it.”
Where most people see weeds, I only see you—my beautiful wildflower, untamed and free.
