The Summer We First Met

I crossed my fingers hoping this guy was hot because holy heck did they look hot from the back, black jeans, leather jacket, of course this must be a burglar who's a bad boy. "Mind telling me who you are?" They ask while they go through whoever's room this is dresser. "Mind telling me you are." I hissed back. "I as...

Playing for Keeps

He was her warmth. She was his peace. Without each other, the world was set to chaos.