Toxic. (Ethan Dolan.)

"Where do you think you're going?" He growled gripping onto my hand. "You don't own me!" "I didn't say you could leave." He spat.

taste | e.d

He was dangerous. He was deadly attractive. He was damaged. He possessed every quality a stereotypical bad boy was known to have. I was warned. But that didn't mean I couldn't get a little taste.