stolen-kisses

The things that could be controlled, though, was this moment. And Elijah kissed me like it was a natural-born instinct. We had our story and they had theirs. No, ours wasn__ exactly beautiful or magical, or any of those things they made us believe in. More often than not, we cried and were reckless with every decision. Those feelings we held onto in that moment were ever-changing; we did the impossible and never doubted for a second that we__ do it again. Because in our story there were no rules to hold us back or people to judge and misuse us. We were limitless.__ur love,_ Elijah breathed against my lips, __ill be infamous. And that__ our secret.__ nodded with my eyes still closed and allowed his touch to overwhelm me. Every moment with him was like a walk in the dark, a dive into the forbidden deep. And unlike the others__ welcomed the darkness.__ake love to me,_ I whispered. They were words uttered before, but this time they held the weight of the moment and our will to never let it go. Eli needed no further permission and he encased me__onsumed my very being__ith his soft kisses and soothing caresses. Everywhere he touched flared and burned. And I flew.