She was powerful, not because she wasn’t scared but because she went on so strongly, despite the fear. ~ Atticus
Cole
I have a new addiction.
It’s wrapped up in a skin as smooth as silk with hair as cold as moonlight.
And I’m the lost wanderer that has found the moon and its light, the only way to reach home, after a long time searching for one.
Maddox was saying something but I have no idea what, my eyes were glued to her lips that had a drop of honey on the corner which she swiped with the tip of her tongue, making my côck take notice, not that it had forgotten. Considering that we had spent most of the night losing ourselves in each other, I should’ve had enough of her but no, like I said, I have a new addiction and I wanted her again.
As if sensing my gaze her cheeks turned pink
