As for being somewhere you're not supposed to be - maybe you're here for a reason, or there is no reason.

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.

I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.

Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.

The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.

But even if you have what everyone else wants- if it isn't what you want, it isn't what you want

I say I don't believe in love, but that's not really true - love is just the name of an emotion. It's like on steroids. It's lust with ethics.