the flickering glow of the candle illuminated the room slightly, leaving shadows of perfect features along the right side of his face. i watched him closely as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip, bringing it between his teeth. he released it and chuckled quietly.
"you know what's really fucked up?" he asked and i tilted my head to the side a bit, gesturing for him to go on. "this. the fact that you think you're safe with me and that you can trust me. i shouldn't even be near you right now. but here i am, sitting on your bed at 2 am on a tuesday night." i sat silently, playing with the guitar pick on my necklace. the bed shifted slightly and when i looked up i was met with dark, hungry eyes and dilated pupils. my breath hitched at the close proximity and his lips brushed against mine softly. i closed my eyes and breathed in his overwhelming scent of cinnamon and smoke.
"imagine what your parents would think, mir. of you having a boy, a delinquent, a criminal, alone with you in your room." he spoke lowly. his voice was deep and raspy, soothing and hypnotic. his calloused fingers ghosted over my thighs, causing goosebumps to spread over my skin like a wildfire. it was a feeling of euphoria, being near him. The bed shifted again and his scent still lingered in the air. when I opened my eyes he was standing at the window.
"don't be too naïve, darling. innocence is our virtue. you don't want me to take that away. i'll ruin you." my face grew hot and I looked down at my sheets. my bed sunk down where he had just sat, awaiting his presence. when I glanced back up he was gone, I climbed out of bed and looked out the window to see him walking across the lawn, his solid black converse leaving small imprints in the wet grass. before I knew it he was out of sight. I groaned and fell back onto my mattress.
cody herbinko is going to be the death of me.
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(A/N things may be a little confusing at first, considering i'm not starting the story off when miran and cody met cx but i promise it will start to make more sense later on. (: tysm for reading.)
