“Fuck being friends, Nova,” he bit my lip, “I don’t wanna be your fucking friend.” “What do you wanna be then?” “Yours. I want to be yours.”
Лера Третьякцитирует2 месяца назад
“You’re helping right now. Having you around makes me forget. You take the anger away.” How ironic was it that I took his anger away while he made me feel like, maybe, it was okay to feel mine.
Лера Третьякцитирует2 месяца назад
Her scent had been intoxicating me for the last few hours and I already was looking forward to going to sleep tonight because I knew it would linger on my sheets. Fuck, that sounded less creepy in my head.