Never Have I Ever: Submitted to My Enemy

by Willow Dixon

Spotify was a lifesaver, and I went straight for my “Tunes to Drown Out My Roommates’ Banging” playlist. Yes, I liked to give my lists weird names. Artists could see the names of the playlists their songs were added to, and I liked imagining their reactions to my more creative names.

Meeee!!! I do this too!!

I grabbed his upper arms with my dry hand and forced him to put his arms behind his back.

I’m gonna need a demonstration. How did he grab his upper arms with one hand?

“No problem. I can keep driving you until you find a new ride.”

This definitely isn’t going to be misunderstood by Alex…

Hell, I wanted the reverse too. I wanted to be someone’s person. To be the one they needed. To be their entire world, like they’d be mine. Someone who wouldn’t be scared off by my issues, who could love me, even though I was… me.

I still couldn’t get a read on how much. That alone was fucking with me because I prided myself on my ability to read people.

Stop reading and start talking!!!

“Love this,” he murmured. “Love you.”

PLEASE JUST LET US HAVE THIS. NO FREAKING OUT. IM BEGGING YOU, WILLOW, PRETTY PLEASE