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He’s got black hair and dark green eyes, olive skin supposedly from the Greek mother that left him when he was a teenager, and he’s just...cold. Eli is cold. Alex is hot.
Ohhh
He probably doesn’t know either, that the girls with the worst habits have the sharpest teeth. And that girl could take a bite out of fucking glass and never bleed. It’s how I know she’d be able to handle someone like me.
“Those scars are beautiful, baby girl.”
Don’t you dare allow the world’s hurt to make you into someone that hurts other people.”
“You know she’s not okay. You know she’s still using. And you can’t breathe for her too. She’ll pull you down in that grave and bury you with her.” He takes another pull from his beer. “She’ll fuck you up, Alex. You won’t save her. She’ll just destroy you.”
“You want to experience everything right?” I bite my lip, my eyes flicking between the water and him. Slowly, I nod. “Then let me hurt you. Just a little.”
She’s not broken. She’s not looking for someone to save her. She’s looking for someone to drown with her.
All the air leaves my lungs, and the door does open, just a crack, and Eli’s eyes connect with mine. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop it, and I’m coming all over Alex as I hold Eli’s gaze, until I can’t. Until I have to close my eyes, Alex’s hands on my breasts as we slow, panting. Breathing. Feeling. And when I open my eyes again, the door is closed, and Eli is gone.
“You just have to own it.” I read something like that in a dark romance book once back when I used to read fiction, about owning things before they own you. Corrupt by Penelope Douglas. It was a good fucking book, but I’ve never been good at owning shit.
“I think I want to keep you,” he says with a faint trace of a smile. “I think I want to keep you and I think I don’t ever want to let you go, Zara Rose.”
