At the end of the day all we have is memories

Addictions

Brushing my lips against his ear, I whispered "You can be addicted to anything, you know?" Dipping his fingers into my hips, I could feel the blood in my veins burn up with an unfamiliar feeling. "Then that would make you my addiction baby girl.
And that was when I knew it
it wasn't just the way we kissed, but the way we spoke and the way he touched my skin. It wasn't just lust anymore, it was love