[Book #2 in the Nystrom series]
[18+TW: mature content, heavy topics, language]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and close...
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AMAYA'S POV
"You are asking a lot," My head seems like it is being pushed under the water when I exhale, my heart pounding out of my chest. I just heard Rowan Adams confess his love to me. You can not declare your love for someone you have only recently gotten to know.
Suddenly, I feel his hands on me, and I like it—despite though I should not and even though it violates everything I stand for.
"This is wrong. You and your morals are wrong," I attempt to influence his thinking only out of fear for what would follow if he gets too near to me and realizes what a monster I am.
"My morals and I were never right when it came to you," His hands move down the sides of my body as his eyes remain fixed on my face, and for a brief minute I forget about the scars on my body because he is touching me. "But I was always yours."
The room spins around us as his thumb fixes a strand of my hair away from my face.
"We have known each other for a couple of months, it is not possible to confess your...love for me that soon." After some hesitation, I made the decision to do whatever it takes to frighten him away and keep him far from my heart.
I watch a smirk linger on his beautiful, beautiful lips. "Then it's good we've known each other way longer than that." I strive to put all the jigsaw pieces together while my face frowns.
He insisted on traveling to Japan with me despite having no involvement in it, and he overuses the word 'remember' around me. I feel at ease around him—like we have been friends for a very long time.
"Adams..." I murmur and attempt to fit things together, but every time I do, the whole picture in my head is destroyed once again. My mind is preventing me from remembering everything he wants me to.
"Can we get out of the pool now? I don't want you to fall sick." I can only nod in response to his hushed voice as he appears to realize his mistake.
When his hands leave my body, I want to take hold of them and ask him what he means and if there is anything he knows that I should also know.
In order to find out whether everything was just a coincidence, I want to ask him if there is a reason why I am always in his company—that perhaps there is some connection between us. What way though?
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I sigh as my body is hugged by my new warm clothes, the sweatpants hanging about my waist as I made sure to wear a shirt with short sleeves despite the fact that parts of my mother's scars were visible when the sleeves were slightly raised.
