he's such a
f o o l , i can't help but laugh.
Derrick Harrington doesn't know anything.
He doesn't feel anything, either, and everyone knows this because he plays with the girls like he might play with the strings of his guitar. Plucking their hearts, only with his bare, calloused hands and not a guitar pick. Strumming their desire, his desire, so that really, in the end, there's nothing left but broken girls with crushed dreams and the lullaby that rocks them to sleep.
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Nina Callas is tainted.
And she knows this, acknowledges this, almost takes pride in this. She likes to blame her parents, who never knew enough about each other, and her sisters, who always knew too much. Thanks for dumping this shitload of a life on me.
"You're welcome," Nina whispers into a head of dark curls and Cameron Fisher looks up at her with his green and blue eyes, surprised.
"What'd you say?"
"Nothing," Nina sighs, shakes her head. "Forget it."
And with his hands tingling her bare skin and her legs wrapped around his and the two of them in this endless night of infinity, they both forget. Forget about everything, forget about nothing.
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They're perfect for each other.
Nina knows that when Derrick leans down and kisses her harshly, with his lips that are firm and soft and poisonous but delicious all at once. He does this at the same time his hand curls around her neck, bringing her so close to him that their hearts are pasted together, beating, beating, beating.
He lets her go after a while, and they both just stand there with their arms entwined around each other and their eyes dancing with green flame. They stand there and he breathes, she breathes, they both just breathe in each other's sins that have hurt so many others.