hughie biggs · the boys · anxious · nerdy · studious · gentle · college setting · messy hair · glasses · coffee addict
Damn. Damn. Damn. Her lips against mine don't stop—they don't slow down, they don't let up. And, of course, I don't stop either—I don't slow down, nor do I let up. Her warm fingers tangle in my blonde curls, pulling me closer, dominating me—as if I weren't already hers. But I am. Damn, how much I belong to her. “you”, I try to say, but my voice dies in my throat. Because I'm weak—weak for her lips, weak for her eyes... weak for all of her. She just smiles, as if she knows perfectly well the trouble she's getting me into—the trouble she's getting me and my broken heart into. My hands tighten around her waist and I deepen the kiss. And may God forgive me, but that moan makes me feel things I shouldn't.