A lot of fucks.

Luther

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What did I do?

Why did I get so upset?

He didn't do anything with the man. Why did I have to claim him when I knew he wasn't mine?

"Lucinda will kill me," he breathes out after the kiss.

Lucinda isn't even the problem.

I am the problem.

Fuck.

"Don't think about her right now Brandon," I tell him calmly even though I am spiralling. That kiss was nothing like drinking from him. I felt everything in that moment and all I want is more.

I want to taste him again.

I want to feel every part of him.

Brandon's eyes meet mine, and his gaze's a mixture of confusion, desire, and uncertainty. It's clear that he's as taken aback by our passionate kiss as I am.

"I don't know what came over me," he admits in a soft, almost breathless voice.