The Madison Stiles Chronicles
I craved his kiss like the undead craved our flesh. I had never been so in love with anyone in my life. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly against mine. I smiled as he a piece of my long curly hair from my face. He always looked at me like I was the most expensive piece of art in museum. In fact he always looked at me that way from the first day we met. Sure, he wasn’t always the affectionate type but I could tell the love has always been mutual. If I ever lost him I’d be a zombie too just like ninety five percent of the world. God I love him….please never take him away from me.