Tarnished Crown

Until, in the alley full of sin, we purge the dark and replace it with our pure, sweet love.

When I first laid eyes on you three years ago, I didn't have any clue how hard I'd fall. You knocked me out and I've been yours ever since.

No matter how much distance or how many bodies we put between us, there’s still a draw. We can’t deny our past and our connection no matter how hard we try. But, when we come together, we cause each other immeasurable pain.

I'm thinking skywriting. 'Sorry I was an asshat. Please forgive my stupid butt.

Don’t let me go this time,” I murmur against his sweat-slicked skin. “I won’t. I won’t ever. I love you, Savannah.” He braces himself above me, his arms shaking from the effort. “From the moment I saw you, my heart was yours. Please tell me you’ll take me back.

You’re my true love.” She halts suddenly and spins to face me. I stop, too. Her hand whips out and slaps me hard. I reach up and palm my cheek. “I’m not sorry,” She fumes. A slow smile spreads across my face. It burns, but it’s the first time I’ve felt alive in years. She may hate me, but Christ, that means there’s love just on the other side of that thin, thin line. I rub my cheek. “Good to have you back, baby.

Her heart belongs to me. She gave it to me when she was fifteen and I haven’t given it back. She needs to know that.