The Chosen.

Third Wing; Part 2

No where to go but the garage with the uniformed men, a door to my right, or back out the way we came, i decide to press my luck a little more and push open the double doors on my side. We are met with another hallway but this one remains quiet.

"I don't like this... can we go?" Tom asks in a whisper still cowering behind me.

"Mmm, no." i try to seem like i'm contemplating but my answer was always no to begin with.

"Please?" He asks me in a sweet little voice. My eyes roll back but he can't see so i let them.

"No." i say again slightly annoyed at what a wimp he's being right now. If i would have known he couldn't handle this i would have made him wait outside.

Suddenly my arm is yanked back with a force, my body spinning around to meet his. My eyes widen as i notice his jaw stiffening as he clenches his teeth.

"Yes?" i ask innocently as i bat my eyelashes up at him.

"We're leaving. Now." He says letting me know what is about to happen whether i like it or not. But i'm not ready to give in just yet. I open my mouth to protest with him some more when a door down the hallway flies open. Grabbing my arm swiftly Tom pulls me into a random room slapping his big hand over my mouth. Our eyes wide in fright as a few foot steps walk past our hiding place.

"They think we're close to one... haven't found it yet." says a man from the hall, my eyes meet Tom's as we eaves drop. His hand over my mouth stays in place, he doesn't trust me to stay absolutely quiet.

"We've only found one. We are running out of time." A lady spits bitterly at the man. She seems frustrated and desperate for whatever they're looking for.

"I know Ruth." the man sounds tired. I'm not sure whether that is from searching for whatever or from Ruth's bullshit. I know how she is so the latter seems like the likelier option. Tom and I's eyes explore each other's as we hear her name being spoken. The footsteps now seem to fade as they talk about something else, their voices becoming incoherent.

Tom's hand finally lets my mouth free from restraint.

"We HAVE to find out what that was about." i say but my eyes plead. I really really REALLY wanna know. There is just something about telling me i can't do something... it makes me want to more?

"No." his eyes are cold and distant. He's not budging. I roll my eyes again, i should have left him with the damn mops. I don't need his permission, after all, i'm always going to do what i want to do.

"Meet you back out there."i say turning to walk from the door but his hand grabs my arm again. Hard. Tugging me back in my position, i can see he's getting angry. Damn, i didn't think he'd get this mad, but then again i'm asking for it.

"NO." He almost yells at me. The blood in my face rushes away leaving me feeling cold. I know how serious he is on the account he is nearly yelling while we are trying not to be caught. That's when i feel it. His nails digging into my arm.

My eyes trail down slowly to my arm indented from his nails as they scrape into me. The corners of my mouth can't help but to tug up slightly. His eyes try to read my face but fail to make sense of my amusement.

"What?" His beautiful brown eyes still searching my expression for an explanation. Finally his eyes fall on my arm and his hand that gouged out some of my skin. He removes it quickly realizing what i was thinking.

"Oh my gosh, June." He rolls his eyes and tries to hide a smirk. Turning his head away from me i can see a grin he wishes to hide. A grin that sends flutters through my stomach, to see him smile makes me weak. I giggle as he looks at me again returning my laughter.

Stepping towards him i place my hands on his perfectly muscular chest. My left hand slides up caressing his neck trying to pull his inviting lips down to mine. His voice grumbles deeply in his chest,

"We shouldn't do this here." chastising me for even bringing him here in the first place. I suck in a deep breath, his face so close to mine.

"You teased me." i whisper into his breath feeling his body stiffen below me. I see his eyes darting between my lips and eyes not knowing which to focus on. I slowly let my tongue escape my mouth and softly brush against my pouty lips. I love feeling his muscular body quiver. Snapping my head around my hair brushes against his chest and i walk away. I can hear him groan in frustration behind me. A smile of victory creeps across my face.