He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him.

Believe me, you have my full attention.

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.

There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.

Because you´re not a one night girl Irish.’ Leaning in to place a kiss on my jawline he whispers, ‘You’re my forever girl.

What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.

You’re my forever girl.

Society is better off with me in a gym.

I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don’t want to let go. Ever.

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No human can bury their past indefinitely. It’s only a matter of time before you crack.

Can’t wait to wake up.