There's nothing quite like the feeling of messing with danger. Of being with someone you shouldn't be with. I know he's bad. I know he's mad. I know there's no redeeming feature in him. I know his beautiful blue eyes hold demons no one should unlock.
I'm fine with it.
I like my man being bad.
His hands on my waist as he pulls me towards him. My insides flutter at the feeling of being close.He nuzzles me. We're on a the balcony of his house overlooking the city. His kingdom.
"Shouldn't you be home now?"
I shake my head, "I'd rather be with you."
I can sense his shoulders shake the way they do when he finds something amusing. "You're way past your curfew. Becoming almost as bad as me." He say.
I smile "Then we'll be bad together."
"No love." He disagrees cupping my chin to face him "Let me be the bad one. I need you to be my little lamb as always."
His little lamb.
That's what he calls me. Because I'm a meek little lamb, in love with a big dangerous wolf.
