Her once true love defects to Dauntless, abandoning her.
Penelope finds herself lonesome two years later. She has everything she could ask for, but nothing is fulfilling. That's until she comes across Charlie again. Old feelings are lost but somethi...
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HE changed.
So far, Eric was acting differently, but in a good way. There was less tension between us, and we actually tried getting along. He scolded me less, and I complained less. There were a few times when things appeared to go down the same bumpy road of always, but he'd stop himself—that was the thing, he stopped before he brought any sort of harm to me. Eric actually controlled himself.
He changed.
My hand reached out, locating the bulky figure that was Eric. He immediately grasped my wrist, easily pulling me to him. The side of my face was met by his warm chest then his arm twisted around my waist. I slowly draped my own arm under his, and over his torso, burying my face into his chest.
"You're up early," he mumbled, hoarsely.
"Sorry," I whispered, finding it necessary that I say that.
Eric only chuckled, clearing his throat afterwards, and pulling me even closer.
"Why are you apologizing?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I thought I should."
"Don't. .there's nothing you should be sorry for. . ."
I untangled myself from him, and slowly got on my knees. Eric looked up at me, pushing my hair back. His hand momentarily lingered over my cheek, his thumb stroking it. I nervously bit down on my lip, hesitating whether to do what I had in mind. Then, I tentatively leaned down, not once breaking eye contact. When my lips met his, I finally closed my eyes. My hand cupped his cheek, something that still took him by surprise.
My voluntary touch.
He tensed, as if hesitant on kissing back, then he did. My lips parted, and I deepened the kiss, finding an urgency to get more. Eric changed, but there was that pending question on how long he'd stay the way he was. My gut told me we'd go back to our old ways, sooner or later.
Eric swiftly pulled me on top, so that I straddled him. I still cupped his cheek, and he moved both his hands down to my hips. I placed my other hand over his chest, running it over the thin layer of hair that covered it. He slightly shuddered, giving my hips a small squeeze. His tongue grazed my bottom lip, asking for access, which I granted him, but immediately beat him to it.
I didn't know what was going on with me, but it felt right. The sudden intimacy between us was right. But again, maybe it was just me blinded by our fresh start. And maybe, he was only playing games with me.
I immediately pulled away, breathing heavily as I held on to him for dear life. Eric ran his hands up my sides then started rubbing my back. I glanced down at him, finding his eyes filled with concern. I sighed and laid down, my face in between the crook of his neck. He continued rubbing my back, his chest rising heavily as well.
