The Dangers Of The Damaged ✔︎

41 ↝ Bubble Baths

"Devils roll the dice,
angels roll their eyes, what doesn't kill me makes me want you more."
Cruel Summer — Taylor Swift

The door to Hunter's room opens with one smooth swing until he steps inside and kicks it shut, releasing the grip on my thigh that's wrapped around his hip for a millisecond to make sure it's locked and that nobody will be interrupting this.

He strides to the bed and places me on it, his hands starting at my hips and touching every inch of my body that he can reach. His mouth leaves my lips and trails down my neck as he crawls on top of  me, the feeling of his large form on top of mine making my stomach pool with warmth.

He lifts his lips off of my skin, resting his forehead on mine, our eyes meeting. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." I whisper, caressing his cheek. "I'm sure."

He smiles, before bending his head down to kiss me again. His touch is so gentle, careful, slow. Like he's taking his sweet time.

I feel safe.

"Alex," He breathes, his fingers tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. "Can I take this off?"

I nod, and he doesn't waste any time pulling the top over my head, leaving me in my black bra. I silently thank myself for choosing to wear a nice matching underwear today instead of my usual rainbow coloured mismatched ones.

"Fuck, Peach." He whispers, his eyes trailing down my half naked body. Hunter grabs my hips, sitting up and pulling me on his lap so that I'm straddling him.

I never thought something as simple as sitting on top of a guy could make me feel so giddy.

My hands pull at his shirt, and I help him take it off before discarding it to the floor. His hair, as dark as the night sky, is messy from me running my hands through it so many times.

I take a minute to drink in his muscled upper body, running my hand across his firm and hard chest, before trailing down to his abdomen, feeling the smooth ripples of his abs against my fingers. His silver chain sits against his chest, glinting under the dim light.

He's so fit. Every inch of his body is structured and strong, looking like it's carved out of marble. Boxing and soccer combined does very well for Hunter.

I frown a little when I see the scar etched on his otherwise perfect, smooth skin, curving from his elbow to his wrist. Hunter's gorgeous eyes look up at me as he pulls my mouth against his.

I wish I could kiss his hurtful past away.

My hands wrap around his shoulders, his skin warm and soft under my hands. I kiss him deeply, pouring everything I have into it. He responds just like that, holding me tightly against him.

"Let your hair down." He whispers against my lips, his hand reaching to the back of my head and pulling the hair tie off, letting my brown waves down onto my bare shoulders. "I like your hair down."

I'm never putting my hair up ever again.

Seconds after, I feel his hands go behind my back, unclasping my bra in one swift move. Hunter backs away from the kiss as he slowly removes the bra, his eyes heavy with desire when he takes in my bare chest.