My Beloved Murderer

It's hard you know? Dating a criminal, someone that could slice your throat in a second? That's what I'm doing, and although I think he's only using me for hiding, I can't stop my heart from beating faster when he calls me by one of his many nicknames, or stop the blood from rushing to my face when he pecks my nose. But does he really love me? Or is he just leading me on to stop me from telling everyone in our school?