I need him. There's something about that man which pulled me in. After our first sexual encounter his caring smile and kind eyes chained me to his being.
It wasn't a matter of lust and desire anymore. Remington wasn't just the middle brother and front man of his band; he was complete with manipulative behaviors.
Every kiss he gave me fed me another dose of his poison to keep me in his touch. The dosage began small like the administering of an illegal drug to explore the waters, but gradually increased with each high to levels of toxicity. I was addicted to him in the worst way.
My addiction was not sexual. I craved him at times, as many do, but never as much as I craved being with him. I craved his arms around my body with his lips pressed to my head. I needed his faint voice to tell me anything, ask me anything. I just needed Remington's love and validation.
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My Sweetness
Fanfiction• Remington × reader • "He caught them and gave a small pout. 'Am I not worthy enough to be your art without any clothes?' He batted his eyes at me and tried to repress a smile as I showed him the bathroom."
