'You can only run so much from me love.' He whispers into my ear. Who knew men whispering could be so hot, wait it's not men, it's this man.
I slowly step back until the rough surface of the wall comes into contact with my open back. At the slight t...
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This is like the billionth time I'm binge watching divergent, I absolutely love the plot of the movie, and by plot I mean Theo fucking James, like have you seen that man? He is the finest fucking human specimen to exist, if my future husband isn't Theo I don't want him. Wait who am I kidding, my husband is no Theo James and never will be. Speaking of said husband, he hasn't been home in quite a while, not that I'm complaining or anything, but it's a bit weird to say the least. The house feels so much emptier without me having to worry about him. I've asked the maids about him, but none of them seem concerned, as if he has done this before.
Just as it gets to the intense part dauntless getting tagged, I hear a large thudding coming from the front door. It's quite literally 2.11am, who the fuck is that. Walking towards the door, I'm slightly sceptical as I'm the only person here, so I make the smart decision of grabbing a nearby cheese grater which I used to make spaghetti earlier. Holding my grater as if it'll save me if there is an attacker, I walk into the main foyer. It sounds like someone is struggling to open the door.
Walking carefully I try to make it to the peephole in the door before it is slammed open. I come face to face with a giant. I yell as if I am being murdered. I keep screaming for my dear life until the supposed attacker tries to calm me down.
"Can you shut the fuck up, you're hurting my fucking ears you dipshit." He grumbles. I can't believe I was actually concerned about this grumpy asshole. Of course it was none other than my lovely husband Arlo. In a normal situation, I would've just ignored his entire presence and gone back to my love Theo James, but in this case he was bleeding. And I'm not talking about a little speck of blood on his shirt, I'm talking about full on drenched, used to be white now red stained shirt, blood dripping off his sleeve bleeding. Immediately being the amazingly kind person I am, I walk up to him and inspect his wounds, they already look like they are drying, but they could get infected if they stay open.
"You're coming with me." I demand. I am not tolerating and back talk from him. I grab his non bleeding arm and drag him up the stairs to my bedroom. I can hear grunts of pain and slight wheezing from behind me as we are walking up towards the room. As we enter my room, I immediately become conscious of how messy and unorganised my room is. In the past few days I've not been taking care of myself at all and I've been wallowing in self pity. From behind me, Arlo walks towards my bed. Before I can say to not sit on it, he plops himself down on my fucking bed. Does he not have any sense of respect for other people's shit.
I internally glare at him before walking to my connected bathroom to grab a few wash cloths and my first aid kit. At home, I was trained on how to mend my own injuries and how to help myself so I never relied on anyone else. I guess for once this was coming in handy. Grabbing all of my necessary supplies, I head down to my mini fridge in the corner of my room. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, I then walked towards Arlo. he was currently laying on my bed, eyes closed. I took the time to admire him. I never realised how gorgeous he was, his hair lightly falling onto his forehead, his jaw tensed up, causing a sharp jawline to follow. His skin is smooth with a few scars along his face.
Approaching him, I tugged on his shirt lightly, he stirred a bit before sitting up. "Let's go to the bathroom." I whisper quietly, he looks a bit apprehensive, but after a few seconds he stands up. I let him put his left arm over my shoulder and we waddled on over to the bathroom. When we were in the bathroom, I signalled for him to lean against the sink. Spreading apart his legs slightly, I step in between them. Placing all my equipment beside him, I start by unbuttoning his shirt. The more buttons I undo, the more suffocating the tension is in here. I finally reach the bottom of the shirt, I pull it off slowly. Beneath the shirt is the most gorgeous chest I have ever seen. He is the perfect amount of built, with a six pack. There are quite a few scars over his chest, and I see a bandage on his heart. I look up to him with a questioning look.
"I got shot, and got the bullet removed, don't worry about it." He said almost uninterestedly. I look back down at his chest and continue working on him. I start by locating all the big wounds, then I get an antibacterial cleanser and wipe down the open wounds. Arlo hisses slightly every time I touch one of his wounds. Once I'm done cleaning them down, I grab some healing creams to hopefully help the healing process. Throughout this whole experience, I can feel Arlo's stare burning into my skin. The small touches of his hands on my waist sends electric shocks through my body. Whenever he touches me I feel as if I'm somehow alive in a way I thought was never possible.
Finally, I put bandages on his arm, chest and back. Multiple times we have to switch positions in order to get to all of his wounds, and every second and I spend in this room, I feel the urge to do something stupid. Once I'm done bandaging him up, I start packing up the mess I made. As I'm about to walk out of the bathroom, I feel a large hand on my waist. He pulls me back in between his legs. His stare is so deep and intense. I rest my hands on his chest. We are so close I can feel his breath on mine. We make eye contact, this time I won't be able to break it. His smell is intoxicating, he is overloading all of my senses, everywhere I look he's there.
Who knows how long we stay like this, in each other's hold, we start leaning in closer. Are we about to kiss? Fuck, Mil did you brush, does your breath smell like those garlic chips you ate earlier? I start overthinking. His hand brushes my jaw, and he angles me head upwards to face him. All of a sudden he lets go of me, he pushes off the counter, and he disappears through my door out into the hallway. This thing between us ended as fast as it started. I hate to say this, but I'm slightly disappointed. Immediately the emptiness of the room engulfs me.
A/N Heyyyyyy! hope you all have been well. I updated again, I'm surprised I wrote this chapter in like one night, but anyways. I'm not too sure I like how this chapter ends, but we'll see how it goes. I might edit it later.
How have you all been. I have double math tmr and I want to kms cause the only reason I like math is cause my crush is in that class but he has covid or something so he hasn't been here.
What did you all think of this chapter! Lmk and don't forget to vote and comment. Just an fyi, for the next two weeks or so, I might be uploading less because I have so many fucking assignments to do so how fun is that! Anywyas love yall <3.
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