“No idea how you could go several rounds and barely pant.”
“It’s called exercise. Something you should do more of.”
“The only exercise I like is opening my legs in bed and being a princess while you do all the work. So I’ll leave the stamina thing to you. Please and thank you.”
I’ve been absorbing everything about him, imprinting every single detail to memory and hoping, praying that the stars collide and I never forget them this time.
“Hey, Eli?”
“Yes?” I face her, and for a moment, she looks so radiant, so fucking beautiful, pain explodes in the useless organ tucked behind my rib cage.
An organ she poked, provoked, and breathed life into, now it seems to only beat in her presence.
“the cure” comes out this friday. it’s my favorite song on the album and one of my favorite songs I’ve ever made. couldn’t be more excited for you guys to hear it. presave up now❤️https://t.co/875D9zq5T0
I slam into the beautiful chaos that is my wife. She makes me lose control. Willingly or unwillingly. She’s the exception to my rules. The discrepancy in my perfectly written novel. The mutation to my biology.