I know what I was doing was wrong. It would be to most people anyway. At least I knew right from wrong, I just chose to ignore the feelings and repercussions attached to what was wrong. Because for me what was wrong, usually felt so damn right.
The adrenaline rushes were what I lived for. I needed the adrenaline. I needed them more than I needed the air that filled my lungs and kept me alive. Without the adrenaline rushes the air wouldn't mean s'hit because I'd end up doing something and killing myself.
As I perched on the roof across from the beauty I had known all my life, her apartment lights flickered on. It was raining and she was soggy. She quickly began to strip off her clothes and I swallowed hard, immediately feeling my pants begin to tighten. I let out a low growl.
If she w
