Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ringβ¦
You and Dally fight like thunder. Loud and booming, fast, and above all, reckless. Your anger with each other hangs like a toxic, dark cloud above your heads, and you get so caught up in the storm that you rarely even remember why the hell youβre fighting.
In the midst of one of these fights, you threw his switchblade across the room, fury pooling in the depths of your eyes.
He shook his head, an incredulous smile of pure and utter disbelief gracing his lips.
He grabbed your wrists, still half-smiling through his rage.
βYouβre crazy.β He seethed through gritted teeth.
βYou make me crazy!β You retorted furiously, fighting against his strong grip.
With thunder, there is lightning. And like lightning, youβre suddenly kissing. Angrily, urgently, and desperately.
One of Dallyβs strong hands gripped your waist, the other on your jaw and neck. You were both still infuriated, but lord, you couldnβt stop this desperation despite yourselves.