![]() ![]() If I imagined we were in a forest, I’d reach a hand out and run it over the tops of the trees as we passed. Being in his arms made me feel insignificant, in a good way. I pressed my face into his chest and breathed him in, hoping he’d think I was unaware of my own actions. Wicked’s warning and falling asleep, but when he slid an arm behind my knees and one behind my back and hefted me up and into his chest, I’d never been more happy that I disobeyed an order in all my life. ![]() I’m not sure how much of the movie I’d made it through before going against Mr. My name is Phoenix Michaelson, and I am The Boy Who Loved Wicked. Would our love rise up from the ashes? Or would it smolder in the ruins? There was only one possible outcome-we were both going to burn. An affair that should’ve never been, a wrong that the universe sought to right. In time, every line put in place became blurred as what we shared sparked the flames of a forbidden affair. Intrigue turned into obsession, and common interests set the stage for a tentative friendship with the enigmatic man. I’d impatiently waited three years to take the course, but from the moment he strode in with his sad eyes that mirrored my own, I was intrigued by only him. ![]() “The madness of love is the greatest of heaven’s blessings.”ĭay 1 of senior year at Denwin High was not supposed to end with my thoughts consumed by the new AP Philosophy teacher. ![]()
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