She torments me.
She tempts me.
Her name scorches my tongue when I so much as whisper it. Pure, it means. (..)
When she presses her lips to mine, something inside of me breaks and I feel desperate,urgent, alight and impassioned. (..)
You make my heart hurt, she’d said.
(..) Every time I push her away, I almost choke on my words. I falter. I recover. I plaster on my best devil may care smile and pretend that she doesn’t make me feel like I’m burning from the inside out.