"Miss me?"
He seemed the same, a gentleman on the outside, a monster hidden beneath his skin, yearning to burst out.
It seemed that I was the key, the forbidden fruit that didn't want to be forbidden anymore, and the one temptress that would bring out the true Adam, the monster.
"I missed Peter more."
He pulled me closer, no more Bob to part us, our lips almost touching.
We were finally able to touch, hand on hand, lips on lips, far away from the bars and pills.
"Don't ever say that again, El. We don't have a lot of time; he'll be wondering where I went."
I tugged his blond hair, holding on for life, twisting my hands through it.
It had been too long, too many cold nights, and days without our little games.
Adam, he's my little boy, he doesn't die when I kiss him, unlike Peter he enjoys it, needs it, he's the one toy that will never leave me, the one I'll never replace.
"How long this time, a day, a week? How long does it take to save the world or should I say end it?"
"Too long, I'll be back, love. Sooner then you think, meet me here, and bring the roses."
"And you bring the pillows, I love to see them burn."
The kiss was just one of many to come, pain and love, something that really did have sparks.