"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

His fingers clench tightly around my cuffed wrists. "I don't know whether to murder you or fall in love with you," he whispers. I look into his iridescent green eyes. "Either way you'll cause me pain." **NOTE: story has been discontinued Atlantis94 All Rights Reserved © 2014 Cover art: @SeranadingHarry