Im the storm on the horizon, and hes my beacon in the darkness.
Kai Tremblay
I wear the skin of a confident man.
My tongue is like lightning. My smile can melt hearts.
But no amount of tattoos can hide all the bruises. And no number of women will ever be enough to cover the abuse and neglect that led me here.
Ill always be tainted
Then he lands on my doorstep in a flurry of freckles and long blond hair, with piercing green eyes that see right through me.
In the endless darkness, hes a lighthouse of hope.
Confused, hes drawn to me in ways he doesnt understand. So I push, and tease, growing more confident with each of his flustered looks until every touch and glance is a game of who will break first.
But I cant drag him under with me.
So I try to resist, denying us both.
But he insists; listening when Im not speaking.
Asking when I have nothing more to say.
