The Boy on the Bridge

by Sam Mariano

“Don’t torture me, Hunter.” “This isn’t what it feels like to be tortured by me, Catnip.”

It’s like my heart knows that loving him will be hard, that I need to preserve all the tender, protective feelings I’m experiencing right now or we’ll never make it.

He caresses the curve of my jaw almost absently, his gaze locked on me like a savage hunter observing the prey he’s about to devour.

Even not touching me, knowing he’s staring at me with that hungry gaze of his makes my heart work harder, my breaths come a little shorter, a little faster.

When he breaks the kiss, it’s to murmur against my mouth, “I’m gonna ruin you for all other men, and then you’ll have to be mine. You won’t have a choice.”

If he’s a villain, he’s the smoothest one I’ve ever encountered.

I fell in love with the boy on the bridge a long time ago, but now I know for sure… I’m his. He’s mine.