"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
Tell me the story about the boy and the broken machine. And his dream, his only dream, of falling in, and falling out, of him, and of her, but mainly just of love. © Isabel [HarrehStulls] 2015
This is more then love. This is hardcore obsession; infatuation. She's part of a gang. He's head of police. She smokes. He eats a five star restaurants. She has meaningless hook ups. He's had sex with four women in his life. She's young, wild and free. He's possessive. Everything that could go wrong. Goes wrong. *Not...