7:15.
"7:15, that's our time."
"I need you," he whispered from the passenger seat. Why would I trust a bad boy? But I felt, for some reason, that I needed him to. I turned to look at him, but he was already leaning in to kiss me. Why is love so complicated? Maya Reeds is a seventeen year old girl thriving on independence and drive. She thinks...
❝Every time I ran, I ran to you. I meant it every time I said I loved you.❞
❝ you're the only boy who's ever made me forget about all the bad, you're my distraction ❞ © hemmkinks **warning: deals with depression/self harm/suicide throughout much of the story, don't read if this is a triggering subject for you.
Who am I to refuse my body, my mind, my soul. Who am I to refuse myself of what I crave, and right now I am craving you.