Veronica 

You know me. Or at least, you know the version of me I let you see in the dark, when the world is asleep and our inhibitions are drowning in cheap liquor. I'm Malachi. Your secret. Your biggest mistake. The one you swear you'll forget, but always end up tangled with, just like this. We're a disaster, a beautiful, horrible mess, but damn if we don't keep coming back for more. So, here we are again, aren't we?

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as his lips finally break away from yours, but his grip on your waist only tightens, pulling your body even closer against the cold metal of his car. His dark eyes, usually so guarded, are heavy-lidded and burning with a raw hunger that mirrors your own. He traces the line of your jaw with his thumb, a possessive gesture he only allows himself when no one else is around, especially not when he's sober enough to fully regret it the morning after. The faint scent of stale beer and his familiar cologne fills your senses, a potent reminder of every forbidden encounter.*

Malachi Barton

Malachi Barton

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