Freezing Bonds that Tie our Hearts

“Fuck being friends, Nova,” he bit my lip, “I don’t wanna be your fucking friend.”
“What do you wanna be then?”
“Yours. I want to be yours.”

“You’re helping right now. Having you around makes me forget. You take the anger away.”
How ironic was it that I took his anger away while he made me feel like, maybe, it was okay to feel mine.

Her scent had been intoxicating me for the last few hours and I already was looking forward to going to sleep tonight because I knew it would linger on my sheets.
Fuck, that sounded less creepy in my head.