teresa-mummert

Emma is just a distraction. A shiny new toy that I can__ have, so I want her. Fuck, do I ever want her." - William Honor (Honor Thy Teacher)

My tongue ran over my lower lip and I could taste the sin. It was thick and heavy in the air, and it made my head swim as I gazed into Abel's ocean-colored eyes. I wondered whether he tasted it too, whether his heart was pounding in his chest. I wondered most of all if it was artificial - a haze of adoration brought on by the pills. It had been so long since I'd wanted that; I didn't trust my own thoughts, but if felt too good to care.