hey sweetheart ;))))))
Two parts to her, one more than willing to slap the living sense out of him. ( Or more like whatever remained of it. ) && The other, the one she denies to possess more often than he would prefer, wants nothing more than to dig her claws into him && smother him with such unbearable affection that left an aftertaste. So, when he’s finally right there in front of him, that smug look on his face – she acts, raising a hand to the man she held dearest to her heart. One that knew her damage && greeted it with eager kisses, sloppy along her jaw as he rank up her sins. Hand makes contact with his chest, forming a fist not meant to harm, but instead make him think twice before abandoning her. Two fists pound soft against his chest as lips test the waters, closer by the second as they breathe out the words.
❛ I thought you were DEAD. ❜
