WILD *jb*

"You drive me wild, short stack."

He was the bad boy I fantasied about. He was covered in tattoos and screamed rebel. My father hated him but I couldn't stay away.

I found myself running back to him every night. Doing things I'd never imagined myself doing with an older boy. But, he drew me to him and I couldn't resist the danger.

He terrified me, the way he made me fall for him and I didn't want my heart broke again but when he held my hand, I felt a sense of peace and when he held me, I never wanted him to let go.