"I'm not a kid," I spat back as I glared at him.
"Whatever," he said as he turned, his massive frame not even a little scared of me nor my knife.
For some reason beyond my comprehension, I felt the smallest of tugs in my gut as I saw him walk away. Everything told me to run while he had his back to me, maybe try and get back to the club and just wait till morning to go home.
And yet....
"Hey!" I still called out to him.
"Hm?" he asked, his head turned slightly but his feet still carried him away from me.
"W-who are you?"
***
Seven years ago, Elijah made a mistake. On the day of his 16th birthday, the day everyone has the chance to find their Fated Pair, he walked into school like every other day. Upon making eye contact with Harrison Gramm, his one and only best friend, Elijah's world fell to pieces.
"Not you," he had said with such cruelty. "Anyone but you."
Now, seven years later, Elijah has found himself spiraling down a road of depression, self-hatred, and drug use with no light to guide him. A whore of a mother who thought nothing of him, a father dead after betrayed them both, Elijah has no one by his side.
That was, until a mysterious man came into the bar one night. Will this man be the one to save him?
Or will Elijah find him self tumbling deeper into the world of drugs, crime lords, and fated pairs he so desperately wants to get away from?
~this is a boys love story with dark theme such as attempted suicide. Please be respectful. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Before I can think it through, I drop the whisk. My hand grabs the front of his muscle shirt, pulling him toward me with more force than I meant to, but it's like I don't care. I need him close, and I need him now.
Noah's eyes widen for half a second before I crash my lips into his. It's not soft, not sweet-it's needy, a little desperate, like I've been waiting too long. His lips part under mine, and I lose myself in the feeling of him, the warmth of his body against mine, the way he melts into the kiss.
I like this. I like the rush that comes with it, the way my chest tightens and my mind goes blank, leaving only Noah in my head. I pull him even closer, my fingers curling into his shirt, like I'm afraid he'll slip away if I don't hold on tight enough.
Noah's hand slides up the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he kisses me back, slow at first, but then he deepens it, making me forget about everything else. It's like we're the only two people in the world right now, standing in his kitchen with the eggs forgotten on the counter, sunlight streaming in, but all I can feel is him.