"Her troubled eyes held fire. The kind of fire that was capable of burning me to ash."
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I grabbed her chin with my free hand, making her look at me. "I hate that I don't know you. I hate not being a part of your life, like I was before."
I lean...
Hey lovelies, I'm back with another chapter. This book is almost close to the end and as much as I want to put out the whole story, I can't help but feel like I'm gonna miss doing this (unless I write another book). Lol I'll think about that.
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Emily's P.O.V.
I took a deep breath in, repeating the action for the 6th time.
It's okay. It's just Alec.
I thought as I stood in front of the door to his room.
I felt this restlessness since he walked out on me yesterday and I couldn't help but feel guilty about being an ass.
I woke up today in a very warm and comfortable cocoon of Ryder's arms. My back was pressed up against his chest and his face was squished into my neck with his warm breath making shivers rise on my body.
I turned in his arms and couldn't help but stare at his perfect face, like the creep that I am.
He looked so peaceful sleeping there in my bed that I couldn't find it in me to wake him up so I somehow untangled myself from him, without waking him up and freshened up before walking towards Alec's room.
After procrastinating for about 5 minutes, I gathered my courage and grabbed the door's handle, and walked in.
Yeah knocking is just not a thing for us.
I saw him sprawled across the bed on his stomach like a fucking starfish.
I rolled my eyes and thought for a minute whether I should let him sleep and just come back later.
Nah. He's a morning person.
I shrugged before walking towards his bed.
Also, if I don't talk to him right now, I might overthink and probably kill myself.
I reached him and pursed my lips before shrugging and smacking his bare back as hard as I can, which was probably a bad idea, since he's already mad at me.
It's a habit.
The loud smack sound was followed by a very girly shriek as Alec jerked up and sat on the bed, wincing in pain.
He finally opened his eyes, looking for the culprit. When his eyes landed on me, his glare intensified, while I smiled at him nervously.
"Hey, Alec, whom I love so much." I said, lightly nudging his shoulder.
He kept glaring at me. "Do you want to get yourself killed?"
I chuckled nervously. "No. Why would you say that?"
He ran a hand through his hair, letting out an irritated sigh. "What do you want Emily?" He asked, shifting to grab his shirt from the side.
"I kinda got the feeling that you could be mad at me." I said, awkwardly scratching my head. "Just a feeling..."
