Travis
It was all bullshit. Every damn word that mutt had to say. He can't be trusted. He can't be here. He's f*****g it all up.
Just a damn virus he is.
"Travis?"
The sweetest sound bounced off the walls. Everything about her collided my veins. I can never think because of her. And it was all for her. Every damn thing was for her.
"Travis?"
We can't keep having this talk. Him. Him. him.
Before she can call my name or even throw something at me. I stroked myself to her. Cupping her face forcefully and drowning my tongue down her throat.
She didn't bark back then.
The second my lips touch hers, she gave.
I felt her body heat. Her blood boils just like mine. She was mine.
Running deeper and deeper all I get is a desperate need to destroy every loathsome that caused her pain
