We were volatile.
Made entirely of snide remarks, hatred, and a stolen kiss that stained my childhood like spilled ink.
One filled with light caresses and lust, his body made a promise it couldn't keep. Because Remy is betrothed and it's no longer to me. Still he whispers a single confession.
One that rocks me to my core and grips me in the confines of heartbreak and doubt. You've always been mine.