Luca
Geneva is kissing me again, almost three times in a row in a single day and I am all down for it. I am still a mess after what she said to the witch guy earlier. About herself, about him, about me. I’ve never, not in a million times, expected to find an actual heart underneath all the ice she surrounds herself with. Do I like all I heard? Hell, she literally said she believes I am not worth the trouble, so how could I? But despite this, I can’t stay away, I can’t be mad at her for some reason. Because I know where it all comes from. I can’t escape my motor cage any more than she can escape her golden one. Neither of us wants this thing that is forming between us. I fully realise how bad of an idea it is, but for some reason I just can’t stay away. It was just a worry at first, a nagg
