Stutter. (Rayne-Moore University, #2)

by Ruby Darling

It takes me three wide steps to get to her and when I do, I drop to my knees, a servant before his goddess and crawl to her.

She’s in my mind, my heart, my veins. I’m a fucking addict and she’s my drug.

I hope he fucking hurls as soon as he gets home. I hope he can’t sleep, and he tosses and turns and can’t eat. I hope his pillow is warm on both sides and they make his favorite book into a movie – not a series – and ruin it.

“I’m crazy, for sure, baby. But… I’m crazy for you. And only you. I’m near you and I need to be closer. I’m inside of you, and it’s not enough. When I’m away from you, I feel like I’m drowning. But then I see you again and I can finally breathe right. You have totally and completely consumed whatever sanity I had left, and I don’t ever want it back. You’re my heart, baby. Every beat of it is yours.”

If her soul is mine, then mine is hers and I want her to take, take, take it from me until they’re woven together so I can find her in every lifetime.

“You are so tragically beautiful; it hurts every atom of my being to look at you. To be near you and not touch you and yet I can’t stop craving you. A drug to an addict. I have tried to rid myself of these feelings and yet they stay. Persistent so that I can’t think. I can’t eat. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, unable to function because you haunt me… these eyes, your lips,”

“I don’t think you understand the maddening effect nor the gravity of this situation, Siren. I don’t think you understand exactly how deranged I’ve become just by loving you. If you run, I will chase you. If you hide, I will find you. If you jump, I will catch you. If you fall, I will be there when you land.” He purrs against my skin, sending goosebumps to ripple. I’m afraid to move even though I’m aching. “There is no escaping me anymore and if you want to burn your world down, then I’ll hand you the match and fan the goddamn flames as you set it ablaze. But you and I, we burn together.” He growls, crashing his lips to mine.

I am radiant. I am a full harvest moon on a cloudless night.

Home isn’t always a house. Sometimes it’s a person. Sometimes it’s a dysfunctional family that somehow makes it work because the love there makes it home. ​________

I’ll be your poison and your antidote.