your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
______Blake Markham. Nineteen. Senior. The Bastard._____
I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like. Is it over, yet- in my head? I know nothing of your kind and I won't reveal your evil mind. Is it over yet? I can't win. So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left. I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way, get away, please. You take the breath right out of me, you left a hole where my heart should be. You've gotta fight just to make it through- 'CAUSE I WILL BE THE DEATH OF YOU.

Leaving the Lonely Hearts Club : Llake 

¬†Blake hadn’t kissed Lucy like this in what seemed like forever- there was something different about this time, but he wasn’t complaining. He pulled her close to him, his finger playing with the hem of her short as they kissed. He had already lost his own shirt in the few minutes after they had left talking between their kisses and he was determined to keep the loss of clothing a bit even.

 Blake ran a hand through her hair, pressing his lips to hers a bit harder, deepening the kiss.



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