"fuck. you."
my nose scrunched and eyes narrowed as i threw expletives his way with vexation and a bit of spit. i burned like a raging wildfire as i watched him smirk and slowly lean his upper body down to almost, but not quite, meet me at eye leve...
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"how did we get here when i used to know you so well?"
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dahlia's pov
"oh, my sweet girl." the husky, softly spoken possessiveness in his voice while he muttered one of his many nicknames for me stirred up the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. his gentle lips kissed my face through the breaths between words, the metal piercing that decorated them tickling my skin as he moved my head from side to side to make sure he got every inch of my cheeks. "you are never getting rid of me." he promised as his fingers tangled in my hair, expressing the intensity of his feelings as we laid on our backs, tangled up in the blankets and sheets spread over my bed.
my heart was still beating out of time from what we had just done, my head slowly lowering down to rest against his bare chest as i collected my breath in the comfort of his arms.
"as long as we don't get caught." i joked, knowing we would both be dead and gone if either of my parents were to suddenly come home and see that i'd not only allowed the one boy my dad told to stay away from me in his house when both of them were gone, but also that i was barely clothed with him in my bed.
"ugh. fuck getting caught. i hate hiding." he rolled his eyes, never too shy to tell me just how much he resented how our quiet our dynamic had to be if we wanted to stay together.
i knew it was never directed at me, but it didn't stop me from feeling guilty. it'd been about six months then, and no matter how much of kick he got out of getting me to step out of line from my parents' expectations, i knew the sneaking around was getting old. i tried to believe him when he told me i was worth it, but my self esteem was pretty much that of the average teenage girl; not too high.
"i wanna tell the whole goddamn world how much i love you." he traced his hand across my jawline to draw my face up towards his again. "i'd tattoo your fuckin' name on my arm if it was up to me." he said, so unashamedly certain of our teenage vows to one another.
"i think my dad would figure out a way to have you publicly executed if you pulled something like that." i shook my head with a small grin on my lips, completely ignorant to the foreshadowing tangled in both of our words.
"baby, to be honest," he shifted, sitting up a little further and pulling me up with him to let my tired head find its resting place on his shoulder again. "i don't know that i could give less of a shit what he has to say about it. about us or anything i do." he twirled my messy hair around his fingers. "he doesn't know me. he doesn't know you, frankly. if he did, maybe he'd have a goddamn clue where you are at night."
