Taken For Ransom

Chapter Eighteen

Trey's POV

I have two options here.

Accept that I liked the kiss, or pretend that I only wanted to taste the vodka she was chugging down. Brianna isn't a bad person, she's just crazy, like the rest of them.

She's crazy about you.

That thought constantly lingered in my head leaving me a complete mess of emotions. I. Am. A. Guy. Emotions are my greatest enemies! She is sexy, and I do love the way she got flustered when I got close to her that one day.

The boys are coming at me talking about how I need to trust these girls, because their giving us a break. We don't have to watch what we say, and be someone else's puppet here like we have to do every day if we were back in the studio. Maybe Brianna will be the girl I'll settle down with forever, even if she is crazy.

I got off my bed, and took a quick trip down the hall to her room and opened the door. She was sleeping, but she was sweating and every once in a while she would flinch in her sleep. I sat at the edge of her bed, and put my hand on her cheek, and trailed my fingers down her face. I placed a kiss to the place I touched, and she stopped moving, and her best rised in a slow peaceful rhythm.

"I'll fix what you broke, and we can start fresh." I whispered in her ear, and laid down next to her pulling her body close to mine. I'll make us who we need to be for us to be real, and this kidnapping thing we'll be a thing of the past.

We'll be together in the right way.

Brianna's POV

I woke up with a painful headache, and a serious pain in my arm, and I groaned. My pillow was unusually hard to be made of cotton, so I touched it, and my eyes flew open. I sat up, and saw Trey in my bed sleeping like this was completely natural. His arms were secured tightly around my waist, and I liked it.

Memories from yesterday flooded my mind, and I quickly got out of his arms, and scooted to the other side of the bed with my hands over my mouth. He kissed me! Only to keep me from screaming whenever the needle went into my arm... It probably means nothing to him at all - I probably mean nothing to him at all. He got up confused, and he looked at me, and I looked at the blanket.

"Brianna, I want you," he said, and I looked up at him surprised at what he said.

"I think you forgot that I'm crazy, I kidnapped you, and you hate every fiber of my being." I said, and he grabbed me quickly holding me in his arms tightly.

"I don't think you heard me. I want you, and your crazy, and I don't care about anything else. I don't hate you, and I want you to want me again."