Bitches

Ariana at the KCA 2014

hair down, his hand in mine, not a worry in the world

“One last thing,” he said. “Stop looking for me.” ”I’m not looking for you.” I scoffed. He touched his index finger to my forehead, my skin absurdly warming under his touch. It didn’t escape me that he couldn’t seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn’t want him to stop. “Under all the layers, a part of you remembers. It’s the part that came looking for me tonight. It’s that part that’s going to get you killed, if you’re not careful.” We stood face-to-face, both of us breathing hard. The sirens were so close now. ”What am I supposed to tell the police?” I said. ”You’re not going to talk to the police.” ”Oh, really? Funny, because I plan on telling them exactly how you rammed that tire iron into Gabe’s back. Unless you answer my questions.” He gave an ironic snort. “Blackmail? You’ve changed, Angel.”

You give me that kind of something, I wanted all the time need it everyday… i love the way you make me feel i love it…