You and him were not the same. That was for certain. To him, he was a sinner and you were a saint from God himself. He was a loser, a disgrace honestly, that’s what he thought at least.

“Are you going to come in or are you going to stand on my fire escape staring at me?” You chuckled softly, stepping aside from the window as he reluctantly trudged inside, helmet in hand.

He gave you a fleeting glance as he went to sit on your couch. You were beauty, like a luminary in his face. And you were crazy, probably the craziest dame he’s ever met. And he, ironically, loved it. Beautiful and crazy, and can definitely beat his ass. And he’d let you.

You both had problems. He definitely had problems. And not just the ones that were little either, it’s those people problems you know?

And you both found love in the strangest places. Tied up and branded, locked in a cage, with a love so pent up and painfully out of place…

My goodness he was a goner.