Description
Mazi thinks everything is fixable given the right tools and time, just not herself. She's irreversibly broken, incomplete, a lost cause. Adrenaline is the only way she feels something, anything. Living in the grey area of not quite dead but not really living, she's the perfect definition of a paradox. Gray is her contradiction. He sees life through the lens of black and white. Only living enough to make it through each day. Get up, fix cars, work a second job, sleep, rinse, repeat. Maybe what they need is a little spice in their lives; maybe what they need is a match lit under their asses. "You're not being safe enough." "You're not being wild enough!" Silence ensues. How about this, you keep me safe, I'll keep you wild." A look flashes across his features that I can't decipher. Frustration? Desire? Passion. His hands grip my waist harder as he crushes my body between his and the wall behind me. The cold brick sent shivers up my spine, I'm not cold, no. I'm overheating. His hands travel up and down my body like it's a map they've already memorized and the seductive gleam in his eye makes me feel like I'm engulfed in flames. Our bodies are magnetic, neither of us can pull away. One of his hands creeps up my back and rests on my neck, cradling my head so he can adjust the angle and deepen the kiss. I bite his lip to hold back the noise coming from my throat. The brick scratches my skin but I can't find it in me to care. All I can focus on is the way he tastes, the way he feels, the way he sounds. A vibration rumbles through his chest. "Keep doing that and you won't be able to walk when I'm done with you." I gasp a little to catch my breath before smiling mischievously, "Is that a threat, or a promise?" Read more to follow their whirlwind romance, healing traumas, and the mending of hearts they didn't break. Update every week!
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