He was closed off and stone cold.
He hasn't even told me his name... says it's not important.
I think he's full of shit.
Up close he had the darkest eyes... so full of hate. Like he was lost in his own mind. It made me wonder where he was.
He had tattoos lingering up his arms and all the way to his neck. His hair was in messy curls on top of his head- they followed him as he spoke.
When he did, at least.
He didn't have to.
He handed me his blunt and muttered,
''Will you join me?''
I couldn't resist.
His eyes didn't give me a choice.
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Eight Nights |Book 3
RomanceEight nights. That's all it took. It only took you eight nights for you to completely strip me bare, pulling every unconfessed Sin from my bones. Climbing into the depths of my soul without remorse, pulling and tearing away at the seams of my frag...
