❝I know that I belong to you.❞ Pause, gulp, breathe. ❝But you belong to me too.❞ This isn't a story of finding love and falling into it. This is scratching your nails down to the edge of his spine, this is biting his lip and sucking the blood away. It's a shade of red that can't ever be wiped from your ledger. It's...
She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |