Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
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I swat my arms around with every bounce as Hardin climbs up the stairs smoothly.
"Wait- I- hehe-" My disoriented giggles fill the silence until he reaches the door on the first floor.
I got to know there's forty five steps on the staircase.
Hardin turns the knob with his free hand, holding my legs down securely with his other and as he enters, my flying arms hit the doorframe.
"Ow!" "Dam- watch-" "Hell." I wince and shout with the repeated collisions as Hardin intentionally sways to make me hit the door.
"Hardin!" I hit his back and he enters the room with a laugh.
He puts me down on my feet and my fluids spin inside my head. I realise he's brought us to his room. The same one where Trevor had brought me the night I was drugged last year.
There's the glass wall reflecting the shining skyline of Liverpool and there's the photograph of Hardin and Brit smiling back at me. This room feels so unnervingly different, now that- I'm in here under different circumstances.
With Hardin.
The space is dark, but not quite blinding. There's a soft gleam from the bedside lamps and the citylights through the glass. Hardin's face glows gently as he maps the lines on my face.
The air in here is so- dynamic that I can't put it to a perfect description. It's so tranquil, yet drenched in electricity.
I wait, thinking maybe Hardin will turn the lights on, but he doesn't. And I wouldn't want them either, because everything- is just so... right.
I take a step closer to him, pleasuring my eyes and blinking dreamily. It's beyond me how a person can be so beautifully crafted and that he would end up standing this close before me, loving me.
Slowly I raise my fingers to his face, lightly treading my tips along his jaw. I notice his hair is heavily tousled and the first two buttons of his shirt are undone but his sleeves are still clenched on his wrists.
