If it was possible for two people to make sparks, simply by connecting at their lips, I would think we would have been a firework display in the dark.
Mags, I don’t know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You’re amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need me to be.
I wasn't trying to make you jealous. But if jealousy does this to you, I might need to consider it.” He gripped my sides firmly, letting his lips gently dance over mine, “Mags, I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about.
You’re my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.
I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.
Feel free to scream, whisper, and everything in between. I want to hear it all.
