Page 92 of Sins and Virtue

A sinister desire.

A longing need.

We both knew it was wrong, yet how could it feel so right?

It wasn’t just the way our bodies synced with one another but the way our minds relentlessly sought the comfort of each other, whether it was the sardonic burn that waved between our endless bickering or the small glances we shared while no one was watching. It was our little secret. The little universe we shared and where we only coexisted.

She was the sun, and I was Icarus, gathering too close.

And this would only end in my foretold demise.

“Please.” Her soft beg was nearly enough to make my heart give out completely. “Let’s just not ruin this.”

“I can’t.” Even though with every fiber of my being I hated it, I found myself agreeing, being somewhat tolerable as she gazed at me with unknown sentimentality, her lips thinning.

“Why do you have to make this complicated? Let’s go back to hating each other.” She managed to lose herself as she began walking in the opposite direction, towards the less busy part of the street and up the hill.

“I’ve never hated you.”

She turned her head over her shoulder, gazing back at me. “You could barely stand the sight of me when you first saw me—”

“I was in jail. Everything fucking irritated me. But you… you were different.”

A shadow of a smile hung from her lips. “Different? How so?”

I inclined my head, the memory of her flashing before my eyes. Her glowing face emanated hope amongst the despair. “There is nothing ordinary about you, Blair. You are the most memorable being ever.”

“You flatter me too much. I’m not that special.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Denying your magnificence. Undermining your resilience. Your quiet strength.”

“It’s not about denying my good qualities. It’s just being realistic. Truly, don’t glorify me. I’m just human. Flaws and imperfections and all.”

My lips lifted into a smile,almost. “The fact you can admit all your shortcomings makes you better.”

She groaned loudly, frustrated as she began to walk away. “You would be so sweet if you weren’t a psycho!”

“Can’t help that, sweetheart. Two for the price of one.”

“Well, if you had two cocks, perhaps it would be more enticing.”

“Oh, baby, after you have my cock, you won’t want anyone else's." I grunted, lust incrementing in my voice. Stalking after her without a conscious will.

“If you weren’t a criminal, perhaps this would be more charming.”

“You want to know how I got this scar?”

She pivoted in mid-stride; the damning curiosity, the need to know what she shouldn’t, killed her. Carefully, she angled her head over her shoulder, her eyes wavering with ever-dying guilt.

“Because once I loved too hard, and that only got me this. However, now I’m in love with you, and for you, Blair, I’ll suffer this and whatever hell is thrown at me just to be at your side.” I told her, baring my heart to her.

Blair wasn’t just a temporary fix. She was the only cure to the absence.

She was the high I chased.