Insane

"No. I'm not okay," I say. I'm fucking pissed off. His face falls a bit, his eyes going to the floor.
"Is it because of me?" he asks, his voice smaller than before. I grab his face, not hard, but enough so his eyes are back on mine.
"Yeah," I whisper. "Yeah, it's because of you," I say. I know I'm being unfair, I know I'm being cruel. I watch as his breathing hitches, and it's hotter than I want to admit.
"Everything is because of you, I can't get you out of my head," I admit, the words painful and jagged.
He shakes out of my grasp and really looks at me.
"Are you into me? Are you gay?" Cyrus asks, his bluntness a blow to my chest. I scoff.
"I don't know," I say, my face burning. It's my turn to look down at the floor.
He puts two fingers under my chin, using the same method I just used on him.
"Are you... Do you like me?" he asks again. I pull away. I hate feeling this vulnerable, especially in front of someone like Cyrus. He waits, not moving, not letting me escape this moment.
I nod.
"I'm fucking obsessed with you," I spit out, the words clawing up my throat. He smiles. He fucking smiles, like this is a joke.
So I stand up straighter, and grip the back of his head, pulling his mouth up into mine.
It's nothing like our first kiss. This is messy, desperate, passionate. His teeth graze my lower lip, like he's asking for permission, and I give it to him. I let him go deeper, I let him bite, because I just want to feel him, taste him.
I want him.
Cyrus Essinger and Beau Mercer have been given wild hands in life. Both struggle with disapproving families, starting college in a new state, and questioning sexualities (at least Beau is) So it's not surprising that fate pushed them together, they're practically made for each other, even if it takes them a stupid amount of time to realize.
Insane is a messy, ugly, and raw book that's not afraid to face reality, unlike Beau and Cyrus.
*This won't really be a slowburn, and won't contain a lot of smut. :3