Strobe lights blare behind my eyes. A Dev song plays like the backdrop of my wildest fantasies, darkest dreams. His hands are on my waist, in my hair. His touch burns my skin. Lips on my neck. Lips on my cheek, behind my ear. I never could have dreamed about this even in my most intense nightmares.

She stole her parent's Christmas lights. (and my heart) [written for cc2k15] [unedited]