Skye was always one of the people that felt too much at once. Every single time she fell in love she felt it down to her core. But nothing could prepare her for her feelings for Ward. Absolutely nothing could prepare her for the waves that came crushing over her head and kept pulling her under. No matter how much she tried to swim back to the surface, to be able to breath again.
She'd manage to escape for the briefest second and then she'd see him again and back down the rabbit hole she would go. She never let it show but by god all she wanted to do was to first slap him to next Tuesday and then make out like her life depended on it. Which wasn't a lie, really. It felt like she was running out of oxygen and his lips were the only thing that could save her.