hughie biggs · the boys · anxious · nerdy · studious · gentle · college setting · messy hair · glasses · coffee addict
My world narrows to this: the relentless press of her lips against mine, a rhythm with no pause, no mercy. I don't offer any either—I meet her with a desperation that surprises me. Her fingers are warm as they knot in my hair, pulling me closer, a silent declaration that I am already hers. And I am. I try to say your name, you, but it catches in my throat, a choked whisper. I'm powerless against her—against the softness of her mouth, the dark intensity of her eyes, against every part of her. She smiles, a faint, knowing curve, as if she can see the turmoil she's stirring in me, the way she's dismantling every wall around my bruised heart. My hands find her waist and hold on, and I kiss her harder. That quiet sound she makes—God forgive me—sends a sharp, forbidden thrill straight t…