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First published March 4, 2021
Complications could sometimes turn into the best thing to ever happen to you. Sometimes it was a train and you were stuck on the tracks and it was gonna hurt like a bitch. And sometimes that train wore vintage band T-shirts and a beautiful smile and derailed your life anyway.
Love was a devastatingly wonderful thing.
I didn’t want to dedicate my life to my father’s business. That was his passion, not mine. I was proud of all he’d done and everything he’d accomplished. But I wanted something that was mine. I wanted to build my own dreams, and it was time. It honestly felt that if I didn’t do it now, I never would.
He took control of every move, of every thrust. He played my body like a harp, plucking at chords I didn’t know I had, playing the sweetest song I’d ever heard.
“You push me to do better, and to be better. But for the right reasons. You want me to be happy.”











The moment, one calls the other „baby“ for the first time. I’m such a goner for this particular endearment.
“Are you . . . did I hurt you? Shit, Michael, I—”
The panic that one might have been a little too rough with the other. The care!! *swoon
Another upside was our now-shared wardrobe. I had access to all his band T-shirts and he could wear any of my tight-fitting tailored shirts. It was a win-win, honestly.
And when they wear each other’s clothes *heart eyes
I did not see this coming . . . Much like driving a car onto train tracks and getting stuck and looking out the window to see a train thundering toward you, getting closer and closer, and you know you’re gonna hit and you’re gonna hurt, and you’re completely incapable of stopping it.
That’s what it’s like.
Highly traumatic and life-changing. With a dash of possibly wonderful.
He took control of every move, of every thrust. He played my body like a harp, plucking at chords I didn’t know I had, playing the sweetest song I’d ever heard.
He blinked, his eyes darkening, his breath hitched. “You sure do have a way with words.”
“I know what I want, and I ask for it.”
“You demand it.”
“Same thing.”
The corner of his mouth lifted and he bit down on his bottom lip. “Bossy.”
Maybe it was easy to be with him because I knew so little about him. Maybe the no-complication rule made it tangle-free. Maybe my heart rate kicked up a notch when I saw him—when I thought of him—because this whole arrangement was exciting and because I knew the sex was going to be off the charts. Maybe my heart liked the way he laughed or how he kissed or how he would casually touch me. Maybe the butterflies that swarmed my belly were all about anticipation.
Maybe I was fooling myself.
I hit the elevator button, and when the doors opened, I almost didn’t recognise the guy in the mirror. His smile was borderline stupid, and he laughed and shook his head.
What a remarkable and stupid thing love was.
What a fucking drug. So God help me, I never wanted to come down.