You're a mess and a disaster. A flame waiting to just ignite
he's the goddamn lighter and he's going to help you set this whole place upupup. Because that's what it's been for a while now and maybe it's gonna stay that way for a whole lot damn longer.
Gansey. Shit. Well he'd—
he's not going to find out.
And doesn't he like to use that against you.
"What would Dick say now?
What would he do when he say you're not his little bitch right now?" against your ear as teeth and breath scrape against your skin.
"Fuck you."
"Plan on it."
Your eyes meet with his and it's open road and opportunityopportunityopportunity and your hands clench because muscle memory. It's his in eyes the way it's happiness this and not just muscle memory but that of the brain because you can see the flashes of flesh and heat and teeth in his eyes now.
He speeds away. You follow.
You're a mess and a disaster but so's he.
