I love to fuck this man, but the way he stares at me with deep-rooted intensity makes me want to use my words instead of my body. If he swears never to stop regarding me with such desire, I’ll recite the whole damn alphabet.
I’ll prepare a fucking speech.
“Can we stay like this forever?” I ask, laying my cheek against his heartbeat to absorb the steady thud.
“No,” Talent answers. “I have so much more planned for us, baby.”
He was right. We are the same.
Born into lives we didn’t ask for, we’re neither good nor bad. We’ve taken what was given to us and we’ve made the most out of it.
I’m a tramp, and he’s a criminal.
Maybe fate isn’t as cruel as I thought. It brought us together, after all.