Addicted To You

Prologue

I couldn't help feeling the adrenaline of my heart when he first took my hand in the moonlight. I felt so protective and secure in his presence, that I hadn't taken much notice of where he was leading me. The scenery was so exquisite, that it left me breathless to the shimmering of the water, left with the moonlight ray as it painted a precise picture of the perfect scene we were both seventeen there was no doubt about that; but when he leaned down to my ear and recited one of the most romantic poems, I couldn't help the blush and the sound of my heart pounding inside my chest, to hide the fact that I was falling head over heals for this guy. He was my salt, and I was his pepper. We made the perfect couple. He spoke every word with affection; 'love', would make my hands go numb, you're me' would set off my heart as a ticking bomb, and 'I Love you' meant the world to me. I love you, was the only words I wanted to hear in the world. I love you, was the message of bells that rang in my ears, as I had become one of his to cherish.

He looked into my eyes, our heads were the same level. His eyes were the color of a fresh moist grass. They emphasized on the freshness his appearance gave to his beauty; but in the moonlight, they looked almost blue. From the pressure of his hands, I could tell he was as nervous as I was. Especially when he leaned in, so close I could spell the florescent scent coming from his breath, which I knew I would never forget this moment.

His lips reached my jaw, tracing the lines of my ear to my collarbone. They were so warm against my skin as they reminded me of soft, little fluffy pillows; and for that moment, reminded me of fairy floss. I couldn't stop my heart from pounding in my chest. My blood flowed rapidly down my cheeks, making my face as red as ever. I lifted my hands out of his and pulled them up high to his shoulders, where I entwined them with his soft light brown hair. He put His hands down at my waist while pulling me closer to his chest. I was his, and he was mine

I can remember Michael the awkward kid who managed to get my attention. That was middle school several years ago and I can still see that kid sometimes but he's aged just like I have. Michael and I would mess with one another all the time this continued all the way to high school. Freshman year it was a strange time for us he got into his first relationship and I had begun to develop a feeling for him that I had yet to fully understand. Eventually, we started seeing each other more and more and spending most of our nights on the phone together even if we had nothing to talk about. I remember that we once fell asleep on one another at the same time. Yet we had been cut short my mother never accepted me exploring my sexuality something Michael let me feel comfortable talking about. She hates him now thinking he's a bad influence on me.