Brandon
Something could be both the easiest damn thing in the world and the hardest all at the same time.
Case and point: Zuriah agreeing to spend the night with him.
They swayed to that song for an hour while he bit his tongue the entire time. All she needed to do was say the words and he’d get her out of this. He was certain she would live just fine if juice bag died—he still refused to say his name whenever he could avoid it. She may have him branded on her soul somehow but she was also tied to him and he’d never give that up.
He didn’t kiss her, didn’t get to indulge in any one of his infinite fantasies of the girl, but somehow nothing felt so final about the night. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but something told him they’d be in this position again. Maybe it was just Brandon hoping f
