::: Somewhere between the man I was and the man I had to become, I lost a few pieces.
Funny thing about a heart.
You can break it, bury it, beat it bloody.
It still knows who it belongs to.
::: ❤️
@BitterSweetPea_ [Her lips barely brush mine, but somehow it hits me harder than a kiss ever could.
Fuck. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. My hand finds her waist, pulling her closer before I can pretend I have any self-control left. I brush my thumb over her cheek.]
But don’t get—