It's wrong of me to love him. It's wrong of me to want him. It's wrong of me to pray and hope that he'll find his way into my bed. It's wrong to want to feel his warmth beside me, his arm around me. It's wrong to savor those kisses, those whispered nothings in my hair. It's wrong of us to hide it in public. It's wrong to kiss with such fervor when we're alone together. It's wrong of me to say "I love you Joey." But, it's even worse for him to whisper back "I love you too Seto."
A/N: I think this one happened after a fight with mom... just really seems like it x.x
