“He had tattoos up and down his arms. There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm…“
12 hour shift. I don’t mind; Valentine’s Day is the lamest holiday in the entire year. It’s designed to make you feel like crap, whether you’re single or not. That said, I can’t deny that coming home to chocolates on my pillow in a loving gesture from the boyfriend in lieu of being able to spend time together (opposite shifts suck) was a sweet (pun intended) finish to my day.
He always surprises me. For a guy who blares every form of metal music and has piercings galore, who routinely growls, “Satan!” at everyone as his trademark, he is such a soft soul beneath. Ever thoughtful, always sweet, always surprising me with his gestures, big and small.
“He got those lips like sugarcane. Good things come for boys who wait…“
I am his, unwavering. How could I ever resist? Why did I ever try, even for a moment, not to fall?
Day 157: Candyman – Christina Aguilera