I'm tired of boys that taste like vodka and cigarette smoke. I'm tired of boys that taste like dark secrets and midnight moonlight. I'm tired of boys that taste like regret. He is salt and soap and sunshine and I have never felt safer than when I'm in his arms. But I'm scared to push, scared to ask for more, scared he'll let me go. I don't know what to do. I tell myself half a loaf is better than no bread, and I'm tiring of begging for scraps. But Lord and Lady, I think I love him.







