Prologue
He had the worst attitude I’d ever encountered.
Arrogant as hell from the moment we met —
With the bitter burn of liquor on his tongue
and the sour smoke of weed still clinging to his lips.
I didn’t like him.
I could look at him and see the trouble coming.
He sang dark songs about one-night stands
and breaking hearts like it was a sport.
He abused drugs.
Drank XO straight from double Styrofoam cups.
He was reckless.
He was poison.
A fuckboy with a mission —
and that mission was to fuck me,
just like the rest of them.
Who could possibly want a guy like that?
A walking red flag.
Nothing good could ever come from it.
And yet…
Here I am — addicted to every part of him I claim to hate.
The way he touches me.
The way he makes me feel.
He’s got me wide open, and I don’t even remember how I got here.
He told me not to fall in love with him.
I did it anyway.
And now I’m drowning —
In emptiness,
In silence,
In heartbreak.
His lean is still lingering on my lips, and my body aches for him like a craving I can’t kill.
But I can’t blame him.
I always knew he was bad for me…
Or maybe…
I was bad for him.
