No Prince

by Stevie J. Cole

“Always wondered if the whole red in the head, fire in the hole thing was true.”

“I’m gonna go to jail for something, Roe. Might as well be you.”

“The first time I noticed you was two summers ago when you were washing some shit car in your drive. I told the guys you were off-limits.” He nudged me. “You’re welcome. Hendrix would have tried to screw you.”

He made me want to break for him because that kiss said he’d catch my scattered pieces and rearrange them into something hard and indestructible.

“You’re the only girl I’ve ever given a shit about.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me. Her hands went to my face. “Good.” And then she kissed me.

Her hand brushed my shoulder before her arms wrapped around my waist, her chin pressing to my shoulder. And goddamn, that broke me. I buried my face in her neck. Monroe was making herself a lifeline, and I was fucked. “That’s shit, Zepp.” “It’s just life, Monroe.”

I had never given a shit about a girl before, and somehow, this girl had managed to break me apart without even trying. Because I was pretty damn sure I was in love with her.

I had no idea that love wasn’t something a person got over. It was like a piece of shrapnel buried underneath the skin. Something not visible, but something painful that would always be felt.

meant it when I told you I would never love anyone the way I loved you. Because I won’t love anyone but you.”