Aine is sunshine.

She is warm, effervescence in a human form with skin the color of almonds and eyes as amber as Kane sugar.

I guess her parents named her after a goddess for a reason.

She's a Korean-Irish blend of tanned limbs, bow-shaped lips, and thick, onyx hair that dances along the curve of her spine.

She is most definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. 

Growing up together made us dating seem natural; it was consistent and warm like freshly baked muffins.

I've never cared for muffins; I have less sweet tastes.

That's where he comes in.

He isn't sweet, not one bit, but he makes my heart clench and my skin burn.

He is pure in a sense. 

But he's equally as devious.

He is my antidote to a life of fake pleasantries and unnecessary expectations for things that really don't matter.

I need him but I'm certain I'll hurt him.

I should let him go if I really want to keep him safe.

It's okay though, I already know I'm a selfish person.