Chase was never part of my plan. A windstorm is hitting when I find him on the hotel rooftop. He’s young. Wild. Impulsive. Standing at the edge of twenty stories, until I grab his arm.
And then I realize he doesn’t recognize who I am. Chase sees me, not just the hot new actor. And he’s in pain. He’s straight, but he wants to try something with me. And then he becomes obsessed.
And I cross a line I swear I never would again. Logan is everything I’m not. He’s perfect. Golden-haired. Then I find out he’s a star on TV.
I’m pure chaos, wrapped in a red-flag bow with a sprinkling of ADHD and touch fixation. I admit my hands are needy, but he’s starved for touch, too. I don’t do this with men, but he’s mysterious.
Intriguing. So different from me. My art is my world, and I paint in neon, take vivid photos, and want to capture him, too. I’m getting possessive, greedy, hungry… addicted to his touch.
He’s not mine. But when we’re together, I tell him he is. Over and over again. And I’m starting to believe it.
