Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
I opened the door to the bathroom and quietly slipped inside. The room was filled with steam, my clothes instantly clung to my body. My eyes locked on Elijah through the glass doors of the shower. His back was facing me while he rested both arms against the wall in front of him. His head hung low, allowing the water to drown out the rest of the world.
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My heart skipped a beat as my eyes trailed over the perfect curve of his shoulders and downward. Unknowing to what information awaited me in those files, I felt a deep sense of hatred towards myself. Because, I knew there would always be a part of me that truly cared for him. And it was that same part of me that couldn't fully pull away.
Without making a sound I stepped out of my shoes and pulled off my clothes, one piece at a time, until there was a small pile on the floor next to his. The steam continued to lick at my bare skin this time reaching places it didn't before.
My mind was still entangled in a dreamlike haze while my body was buzzing with a numbness I haven't experienced in a long time. And, yet, I didn't feel Mia's influence over me once. Which brought the terrifying question to mind- who was really in control?
Whoever it was, they were pulling me forward from the core of my stomach, leading me to one thing I wanted most in that moment.
I half expected Elijah to turn around once I opened the door to the shower. However, he stayed in place and didn't move an inch. I wanted to reach my hand out to him but I found myself hesitating. It was like I had entered a lion's den- knowing fully well the danger I was putting myself in. All sense of morality had become clouded as I took in every bit of him.
I wondered what thoughts were running through his head. What types of voices did he have whispering in his ears? Were they voices of reason or of malice? Perhaps, there was a part of him that feared who he was too.
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Against my better judgement, I took a step closer. This time I let my hand run down the curve of his back, causing him to shudder with each individual graze of my fingers. He took in a sharp breath when I wrapped both arms around his waist. He lifted his head and brought his one arm back around to grasp my thigh, pressing me closer to him.
