Maddison

“That you were my boyfriend?” She questioned. “I mean we didn’t talk about labels or whatever—” “I’m your boyfriend.” I cut her off, pressing into her space even more. “I’m your fucking boyfriend, Rey.” I leaned down until my lips were a breath away from her parted ones as she struggled to compose herself. “As long as you understand that and admit it when someone asks who I am to you, then I’ll never be mad.”
― A.M. McCoy, Twisted Ink