SEAVEY.

He smelt of leather and old spice as he closed the space between us. His breath hovered over my ear as he rested his hand on the brick wall that he had pinned me against. I imagined that he was the good boy, the one without a dark past, but as he covered me in his presence I could feel his soul weighing heavy with burden. I reached for his face tracing the stubble on his jaw as he began to place hot kisses on my neck. His hands moved from the wall to my waist and that was when I knew I was in trouble. The troubled boy had broken through to my shattered heart.