He was like a drug that I was growing more and more dependent on; something I knew would fuck me up completely, but I liked the danger. I liked the thrill. I liked the high that he gave me. The adrenaline that pumped through my blood when he touched me. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.

He was both intoxicating and addictive. I didn't stand a chance.

He could fuck my life up in the worst way possible and I would tell him thank you.