Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo, #3)

by Mila Crawford

For anyone that’s ever struggled in darkness. May you always find the light.

I took drugs because I desperately needed to silence the cacophony of my mind, meanwhile Iggy got high because he thrived on the turbulence of chaos. We were a fucking match made in purgatory.

Loving your soulmate is earth-shattering because if things go south, you end up obliterated.

“To be honest, I’ve got no problem with you being on top, baby, but you kinda have to be a man to take charge, not a scared, pathetic boy.”

“I like this shit, Marley. I like the marks you leave on me. Fuck, I even enjoy them. I’ll gladly get on my knees and suck your cock so well you’ll think I’m going to die from suffocation. You know what I fuckin’ won’t do?” Iggy bends down, bringing his face a centimeter away from my own. “Be a toy you can wind up and then toss in the corner of a room.”

I know what my mom means by her comment. She views Marley as her adopted son, took him in and loved him like she’d raised him herself, but a small part of me is a little annoyed that there is a strong possibility if things remain going south between Marley and I, my mom might not pick my side.

“Damn you, Marley,” Iggy grunts. “Damn you for making me want you. Damn you for making it impossible to see anything but you.”

Motherfucker, I see you! I have always seen you. Even when I close my eyes to sleep, I see your damn face and those tragically beautiful eyes.”

“I’ll let your fingers be the brush strokes turning my body blue and purple if it means I get all of you.”

“I’m broken,” I whisper. My confession has the opposite effect to what I intended. Iggy leans forward and brushes his lips along my neck. “I’ll put you back together.”

“I’m gonna take my ass whenever I want. All I have to do is say the word and you’ll get on all fours like a bitch in heat and present yourself to me.”

“Listen, Marley, I let you plow into my ass like it’s a field and you’re a farmer, but there ain’t no way I’m going to be the little spoon.”

There’s nothing in life that makes my mother happier than feeding people. For my mom, food translates to love and if she feeds you, it means she loves you.