Some love stories are a slow burn.
Others are quick to ignite, scorching and branding your very soul before you've taken that first breath.
You're never given a chance to run from it.
That's how I'd describe what happened to us.
Everything around me blurred and all that existed were his lips, his touch.
The chase and the heat between us became addictive.
Our nights together were a distraction, one we craved to the point of letting the world crumble around us.
