A Dark Alley and a Bad Idea

Her dark blue eyes were hypnotizing, one look and she had me hooked. I didn’t mind, I could spend an entire afternoon just looking into her eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked as we laid in her bed.

“Us,”

She smiled and moved closer to me, her lips only inches away from my own. “What about us?” she whispered but I could still feel her breath on my lips.

“The irony of it all,”

She stayed silent and I knew the same thing had crossed her mind.

“Don’t think about us then.”

“Is that what you do?”

She sighed and graced my cheek with her finger before brushing back one of my dreadlocks.

“I only think about you,” she whispered before kissing me.

“Myla,” I whispered but she placed her finger on my lips, “just kiss me.” And so I did.

We were going to ruin each other but we didn’t care. We were hooked, addicted to each other.