“Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.”
“You're like a drug to me...like my own personal brand of heroin.”
“He had me hooked like he was my own personal brand of heroin.”
“So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”
“Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”
“Echo already felt like a heavy drug. The kind I avoided on purpose—crack, heroin, meth. The ones that screwed with your mind, crept into your blood and left you powerless, helpless.”