![]() ![]() I'd even discovered we had kink in common! On paper, I was seemingly perfect for him. It'd been the two of us against the world since I was a kid. My anxiety was all over the place, my fits of rage had just earned me a suspension from the team, I questioned myself at every turn, and being home for two weeks was gonna make it impossible to avoid Madigan.I used to be his Abel, his sweetheart, his trouble. ![]() I admitted my feelings for Madigan Monroe over a year ago, and I was still waiting for a response. Correction: it sucked when you were in love with your parents' closest friend and he didn't feel the same. But lately, all I got was burned.Love sucked. In the bedroom, my attitude was my last defense, a front I wanted to see tumbling down. On the ice, it turned me into a hotheaded hockey player. For as much as I depended on order and a structured life to easier manage my bipolar disorder, fire was irresistible and indisputably my favorite toy to play with. ![]()
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