Crazy, stupid love

He was wild and reckless and spontaneous and he kept you on your toes; he kept you falling for him with every adventure, every last-minute trip, only to catch you again at the very last moment with a smirk on his lips, a mischievous grin that you knew read nothing but trouble.
Jack was a hurricane, and you let yourself get swept away by him.
He was an unpredictable force of energy that left you breathless - some sort of toxic drug that you couldn’t resist. You knew he was bad for you. You knew his ideas were stupid at best and dangerous at worst, but you couldn’t keep away from him.
Not when he said your name with those red lips as if it was a secret; a treasure that he kept safe for himself. Not when you knew the toxic taste of his mouth against yours, consuming you, killing you - but there was something about the way he always held you close with an urgency in his touch and an animalistic hunger in his lips that was absolutely irresistible.
He was a drug, your downfall - his love