Vibe (Pandora's Box, #1)

by Liza James

In fact, I find the female body beautiful in ways that can’t even compare to men.

I’m all fire and she’s all wind. I spark and burn while she whips through the air in fleeting moments of temptation.

Her fucking boyfriend races towards us after falling to her. The toy she’s keeping around while her attention is all fucking mine. He’s the one who interrupts this fucking moment and all of a sudden, I want to kill him for it.

Give me purity and let me claim it, make it mine and shred the strands into something beautifully nefarious.

Reminding me that I'm not that small, fragile wildflower. I'm the entire fucking forest, and I'll light this bitch on fire before I ever give into The Nation again.

Maybe the things I've done aren't perfect, or wholesome, or good. But I'm okay with that, because I believe we all deserve a little bad. A little darkness and corruption to remind us that living life is so much more than falling in line with the person behind you. Experiencing life is greater than listening and agreeing to all of the deafening noise that constantly buzzes in our ears.

We're making music in what's forbidden. Taking these preconceived molds and shattering them to pieces. Fuck forbidden, fuck taboo. We'll take all of it and make it ours.

I think once you find that person, you work your ass off to keep them. Even if it's dangerous. Even if it's wrong. Even if we don't make it through this.

Always fighting for each other. Even in fear. Even in chaos. Always each other.

She's the one who shoved me off the ledge when I needed it. She makes me realize that I've never been a wildflower. I've never been fragile or weak.