"What are you doing here, Collin?"

It was after midnight and my roommate was fast asleep. The ringing of the doorbell woke me as I was just about to turn in for the night. I was just starting to pick the pieces of my life back up. It was time for me to make a change and do something meaningful. I was on the verge of being that good innocent girl again, but then he showed up.

Collin Kennedy, my one weakness. He's the only guy that I kept running back to. I don't know if you'd call what was between us love, but I can tell you that whatever it was, it wasn't healthy.

Whenever he happened to be in town, I was the girl he came to, whether it be for two week or a few hours, I'd always drop everything to be with him. People said that I was crazy to let him treat me the way he did, but they didn't understand what's between us, we barely understood it ourselves.

I barely make it through my dark days the last time he left. Now here he was, leaning against his black convertible Chevy Impala, wearing his signature faded black jeans and white t-shirt. what, did he just rang my door and return back to his car to strike a pose? I have to admit, he looked smoking hot. I felt my knees buckled from just looking at him. God! I wish I could hate him for the feelings he invoked in me, but deep down I knew it excited me.

I knew I should 've turned and run, but I was drawn to him like metal to magnet. We always played this game, going around and around in a circle, but no matter how many times we crashed we always come out alive. No matter the tragedy, we come back every time. 

"I've come to see my girl."

That was all he needed to say to have me running to him. I didn't even think about it, I just grabbed my coat and my purse and followed him out of the door. God, I'd follow him anywhere. More fool me, right? 

The door wasn't even fully closed when he moved away from his car, coming over to pull me into his arms. His lips were on mine, and I left the flame raising and dancing in my stomach. We were always volcanic whenever we were together. Come to think of it, there were only two ways this whatever we had could have ended...angry burning flames or blessed paradise.

He pulled his lips back ever so slowly, and I started to feel light headed. Everything around me started to fade in and out of view. He kept his arms around me to hold me up, and we walked the short distance back to his car in silence.

As I walked around the car, I noticed that one of his headlights were busted up pretty bad and the other one was cracked. I shook my head, he wouldn't be Collin if he wasn't living dangerously.

My parents would have had a fit if they knew that he was back in town. My mother was a big believer in keeping yourself for marriage and my father wanted me to choose one of the guys from his country club. I think that's the thing that drew Collin to me, my good little girl persona. I have a feeling he wanted to taint me, and god only knows how much I wanted to be tainted by him. 

The day I met Collin I was walking home with my date, a guy my dad thought would be good for me. But from the moment I laid eyes on him, I felt like living on the wild side for once in my life. No more being the good girl, I wanted that burning flame that he was offering. According to my mother that flame was hell, but I didn't care. It was that dangerous side that drew me to him then, and it kept pulling me to him, like moth to flame. 

He opened the passenger side door for me and I hopped in. He smiled that magnificent smile of his and I returned it. Walking around to the driver side, he jumped in without opening the door. I rolled my eyes, but my smile never left my face. show-off. 

He started the car and the music on the stereo came on, blasting. Drumming his hands on the steering wheel, he hollered,

"It's just you and me baby, it's always going to be you and me!"

I laughed, feeling that excitement build inside of me and that scorching heat take root. Leaning across the seat he took my lips in a quick, yet passionate kiss. He pulled back then drove off. I took my red lipstick out of my purse and put it on, I knew how much he loved red on me.

I didn't even asked where he was taking me because I didn't care. For me, it was all about being with him. I rested my head against the seat, letting the wind pass through my hair. 

The drive to wherever we were going was very long, and not once did we talk. All we did was looked at each other. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes on the road and off of me. He placed his hand on my thigh a few times, pushing my already tight, short skirt up some more. After driving for a while, we pulled up in a driveway of a run-down looking house.

He parked the car and got out, coming to my side to open the door for me. I got out shutting the door behind me. He grabbed me by the waist, pushing me up against the car. His lips inches from mine.

"What are we doing here, Collin?"

He pushed my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His touch made me sighed. Leaning down he captured my bottom lips between his teeth, slightly nibbling. This...this feeling of dying longing he created inside of me was what I loved. 

"Stay the night with me, Maliah."

I knew I should have left, I should have asked him to take me home because I knew exactly where it would lead if I went into that house with him. But, like I said before I kept running back to him no matter how much it burnt me.

"Why should I, Collin, it been forever since I last heard from you."

When I looked into his eyes, I saw that look, the one that always made me melt. My sister called it the James Dean daydream look, but I called it the panty dropper. Cliché I know, but it is what it is.

"I asked you to come away with me, Maliah, but you said you couldn't leave your family."

He did ask me, and he was right, I couldn't up and leave my family. This was where I belong, I just wished it was where he belonged too, but I knew better.

He took my hand and started leading me towards the house. Taking out his keys he opened the door, I didn't even bother to ask him whose place it was and if they were home.

He closed the door and turned to face me, the house was dark with only the moonlight streaming in. He never turned the lights on. He just shrugged off his coat and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

I watched as he walked towards me, pulling me into his arms he started to devour my lips. I pulled back breathless.

"Wait, wait," I said, trying to catch my breath. "I've heard rumours about you seeing others girls, is it true?"

I never took my eyes off of him as I waited for him to answer. He ran his hand through his long slicked back hair. The move caused me to moan and I bit my lips.

"I'm not gonna lie to you, Maliah...but it doesn't matter who I'm with, cause I can never stop thinking about you."

Maybe I'm a fool for not running, but how does a fly escape from a spider's web? I pulled him back into my arms, running my hands through his hair like I've been craving to do. I couldn't really be mad at him cause whatever we were doing, we weren't exclusive, just addictive. 

"I know what you mean, I've been in that place more than a few times."

He didn't wait for me to say anything else, he started kissing me and taking my clothes off. I slowly ran my hands up his back, over his heated skin. His eyes darkened and his touch became more needy. My touch always caused something primal in him to snap. It was like we were each other's drug. We would be forced to go cold turkey when he decided to leave again, but just the sight of each other would send us into relapse. We were the worse kinda addicts.  

Collin swept me off of my feet, causing me to laugh out loud. Carrying me into the bedroom, he gently placed me back onto my feet, letting my naked body press up against his hardness. I wished that the moment would never end, that we would stay liked that forever, but I knew that with Collin it was all about the moment. 

"Promise me, no matter what, we'll always be in fashion."

He chuckled softly, lifting me so I could wrap my feet around his waist.

"I promise we'll never go out of style, baby.