My body ached as it came down from the high. Fight or flight was the mode that my mind constantly lived in, and I f*****g loved it.
There is something about adrenaline rushing through your veins that feels better than almost anything on this Earth.
Except maybe her.
But what we’re doing is a dangerous game. A really f*****g dangerous game that I can’t play.
I find myself searching her out. Getting drunk on her intoxicating scent. Following her around in the shadows, just for a f*****g glimpse at who she is when she lets the mask fall. Which is almost f*****g never.
That’s how we’re alike. The two of us pretend to be someone we’re not for the outside world because it’s easier to pretend like you don’t give a f**k. There is a lot less disappointment that way.
Most people don’t want
