Anymore of this, and you'll stain me blue.
With hot blood on my fingers turning sticky as seconds flew by, the air in the room suffocatingly hot and Wilder's heartbeat like a crescendo, I couldn't stop myself.
Wilder, you are too mesmerizing, I'm drowning in your emotions. In your grays.
His breath was warm and comforting in my mouth, leaving me in agony for more, and I couldn't get enough of his skin. So soft, so tender, like it might turn to dust under my rough touch. Like I might fall through him, ending up in a broken puddle on the floor.
It's been a wild ride, but we've been driving into the abyss all this time.
God, Wilder, if you leave me, I will crash in a way all my pieces will scatter away.
And it sips in, Wilder, your sadness, your madness, it tattoos my bones and drenches my skin.
You are so destructive, so raw, so staggering. I can't get my hands off of you.
It's a wondrous disease. And I wonder if I'll ever have regrets, because this is the most alive I've ever been.
His chest felt bony and fragile in my hold, our clothes lying on the floor, my mind wild with lust as his hands tangled in my hair.
How come someone as unique as you would give yourself to me, Wilder? How come I am worthy?
I might be the one to kill myself when you leave. Because this is the feeling you write novels about.
The End
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Wilder
Teen FictionBeing entranced with a dangerous guy like Wilder was a mistake made by many, and Caspian knew that. The essence of a morose soul is intoxicating, and he got trapped in his spell. How can affection between two troubled boys work? How will their relat...
