Neither of them could pull away, it was a mess of intertwined limbs promising each other to never pull away. Their tongues speaking a language far too complex to understand .

Lust

His lips were soft and tasted like broken promises and pain but... who knew poison was so sweet, so ADDICTIVE.

Danny was fond of the taste, of regret, of tears. To others, it would be seen as toxic but to him – it was just adding flavour to the dull dish.

It was normal to be heartbroken and lied to because it added spice to his life. The flavour was divine unfailingly, he was faced with the undeniable fact that the pain was always better.

Cheaters were always better at  French-kissing