I Wanna Get Lost In You Novels & Stories

As if I thought this song was a bad idea before, it's worse now, cause the lyrics seems to be an expression of my soul. " You make me want to make mistakes, You turn temptation into my bestfriend, You make me just give up and cave, Will I ever fall in love like this again?. I'm in hell, your taste, your smell I know you far too well. It's a spell that took me from a dream to this motel. I ring the bell, cause honestly I rather be with you than by myself. So, love me wrong, if you can't love me right. All I want is to be in your vines.

"Guess I'll just have to keep reminding you why you fell for me in the first place, then." Gah. I can't wait.

I know you'll get tired of loving me someday, but I promise, I'll love you eternally. It feels like something pinched my chest. After all these years, I'm only reading this now. How is he doing? Is he still aloof? Is he still sweet? Does he have a girlfriend? Has he forgiven me? I miss you so much, Alex! A very sad night. ...to be continued.

The song starts with background drums and I sing out . All the girls on the block knocking at my door Wanna know what it is, make the boys want more Is your lover Playing on your side? Said he loves you But he ain't got time Here's the answer Come and get it At a knocked down price Full of honey Just to make him sweet Crystal balling Just to help him see What he's been missing So come and get it While you've still got time Get your boy on his knees And repeat after me, say Take a sip of my secret potion

"Elliot, let's go." Elliot smiled gently at me and nodded. Together, we walked past Eric. I could feel his burning gaze following me until we left the hall. After that awards ceremony, Eric seemed to lose his sanity. He started appearing everywhere I went. He even bought the place next to my apartment, trying to force his way back into my life. Every night, he stood downstairs for hours, waiting for a chance to see me. He tried everything to earn my forgiveness, but I felt nothing. I changed my number, blocked every way he could contact me, and let Elliot walk in and out of my life openly.

When I stepped outside, however, only the bodyguards' car waited at the gate. "Nick, something came up on my side," she said over the phone. "You go ahead. I'll be there soon." I did not expect anything from her. Without hope, there was nothing left to disappoint me. The deep winter wind cut across my face like a blade. I felt no pain, just as I felt nothing for Gwyneth. Disappointment led to despair, and despair left nothing behind that could hurt me. The car stopped in front of a private club. I frowned but stepped out anyway.

"I don't agree to breaking up. Melissa, I still love you. I know I messed up. I shouldn't have hit you. I shouldn't have let Olivia touch that chair, and I shouldn't have defended her. You can hate me. You can make me pay. Just calm down and come home with me, okay?" Nigel sounded desperate, almost pleading. It was the way I used to sound when I was the one trying to fix things. But looking at him now, all I felt was chilling cold. "Never," I said quietly. "I'm not going back." He still wouldn't let go. I didn't want my friends dragged into this mess. I took a breath. "Not here. Let's talk outside." Hope flickered in his eyes. He nodded quickly. We walked to a late-night café under my buildi

They reminded me of my past love. He tried to kiss me, but he pushed me off. "Hey, Eunice, control yourself. Come here, I'll take you home." as we made our way through the crowded club, He dragged my arm and pulled me to the car. As he drove, he tried to ask me for directions to my house, but I wasn't making sense. I was talking nonsense, and I didn't even know what I was saying. Suddenly, I fell asleep.

I whispered, voice trembling as tears blurred my vision, each word soaked in the ache of everything I’d lost—and still hoped to fix. His warning cut through me like ice. “You know I don’t give second chances. If I see red flags, I’m out.” Each word wasn’t just a warning—it was a verdict hanging over me, slicing deeper than any wound. I swallowed hard, the weight of those words crushing my chest. I have to make him want to stay. I can’t lose him. Not after all this—never. Then, like a fragile thread holding me from breaking, his voice softened, trembling with something raw. “Don’t make me regret this.” It was almost breaking, and I could hear it—the vulnerability buried under his anger.

The skin-slapping sound of their bodies coupling was loud and rhythmic, sounding like the quick beating of her heart. But her eyes were still fixed on her boyfriend, who was standing in the closet. She saw how tight his muscles were, seeing how his smile froze and cracked, giving way to a darker one. The tension in the room was tangible, making her almost unable to breathe. The situation was not about fucking anymore; it was a challenge thrown in the middle of the riot. "Reclaim me," she mouthed. "Or lose me."