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Kaede Sinclair, Callum Bennett, Hollis Carlisle, Asher Jameson, and Roman Mitchell, are all now of age.
"Are you done eye-fucking me from across the bar and ready to get out of here? Or is playing coy your style?"
"The last person to talk to me like that?"
"I got down on one knee for."
"Jesus Christ," Roman says as he watches me before sucking the digit into his mouth, tongue twirling around it greedily. "I prefer Hale," I retort before pulling my thumb free from his lips.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you lose control. I wish you'd let yourself do it more."
"You're so cold, yet when I touch you, I burn,"
Nine words total, three lines of three. Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
"Just know that while I might be a monster, I’d never scar you. I hate that someone has."
"Even still. If I ever find the person who did that to you," he says, his eyes flicking up to mine. "I’ll kill him."
"I bet my cum tastes a thousand times better on your tongue than all those lies. But that’s something you never wanna find out, apparently."
The fucker has managed to worm his way in after melting some of my icy exterior, even when I didn’t want to get close to him. It’s surprising as hell that he succeeded, but somehow, it makes sense. Probably because the two of us are both shattered beyond belief, just sitting here while we cut each other with our jaded, raw edges. As the saying goes, like attracts like.
"Walls are built for a reason, Rome. To be impenetrable. To keep people out." To keep what's inside safe. His eyes search mine again, a sad smile in them. "Good thing I know how to climb."
"Yeah, Rome. You are. One of the few I've ever made. By far the best. Always my favorite. You're the one mistake I want to keep making over and over again, praying I never learn my lesson."
"I want you against me," I whisper. "I want to touch you. Always. Constantly. I want your skin on mine, my lips glued to yours. And I don't give a shit what I'd have to give up to make that happen."
“It’s okay,” I say again in a breath against his lips. “Because I love you too. Only you.”
"Only you," I whisper, feeling the words with every fiber of my being. His smile grows and he kisses me for what might be the millionth time tonight. "Always you."
"You want the truth? I’d kill for you," he whispers, my mouth a breath away from his. "I’d die for you."
It’s an insatiable feeling, being in love. Of not being able to get enough of that one person. Your person. The addiction of their presence, their touch, their smile or their laugh, capable of feeding a soul the happiness it needs to survive. The craving deep within when they’re not around, like death would be preferable than being without them for a second longer.
