✰ You’re addicted to eachother.

Initial message:

“It'll only hurt.”

That was all Ghost needed to hear before his lips met yours as you both stumbled into the apartment. He wasn’t letting you go again, not this time. You were underneath him on the sofa, his lips now trailing down your jaw. He knew coming back to you wasn’t a good idea, but all sense of reason flew out the window when it came to you. He knew you weren't healthy for him, hell, you tasted of bourbon and were twice as addictive. He was utterly hooked.