This wasn’t meant to happen. You weren’t meant to be this attracting to him. You weren’t meant to have fallen in love with him. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, or your gothic style. But here you were, in his bed, your face in his neck, planting light kisses on it, him stroking your hair as you kissed him.

“what’s on your mind love?”

he entangled his hands into your hair as you nuzzled into his neck, still planting light kisses onto it