“Why me?” Lester narrowed his eyes at Abby.

“I’m… not sure…”

“You’ve been flirting with me for weeks. I’m entitled to enquire about your motives,” Lester glared. “Why me?”

“Would you believe me if I told you that you remind me of my abusive stepfather and I’m hoping for some closure through a half-way normal relationship with you?”

“No,” ( Read more... )

Maybe it’s her body, Connor likes to think it is; it would be easy. Maybe it’s the fact that she chose him, which is a bit fucked up in itself. Maybe it’s the way her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling too much as they kiss. Maybe it’s because she always bites or because she never asks permission to hurt him. Having no say in what happens to ( Read more... )

Blade hides bruises green as his eyes and purple like summer twilight under long-sleeved shirts he never wore before. They all notice, some immediately, some after painfully obvious hints from the others. Ignoring it is the easiest way and only his closest friends try to take him out for drinks more often, dropping subtle hints.

“Dating a ( Read more... )