BIA
I'm frozen in shock, staring up at Will's irritated face as my eyes adjust to the dark. One of his big hands is still covering my mouth and the other is holding my wrists between both of our chests. Relief, anger, and surprise churn inside my head.
What the hell is Will doing in a dark alley acting like a psycho kidnapper? My shock gives way to anger as I remember how terrified I just was.
He looks down at my glaring face and gives me a warning look. The hand covering my mouth releases me as he brings his finger to his lips in a shhh gesture.
The second my mouth is free, I can't stop my irritation from slipping out.
"What the hell are-"
Will's hand immediately comes back down, sealing over my mouth with impressive speed. He looks down at me with wide eyes, tilting his head to the side and shaking it in exasperated disbelief at my stupidity or something. Bastard.
Our heads turn in unison as we hear the heavy sound of the cop's footsteps running towards the alley. I'd forgotten I was even being chased.
Will quickly releases my wrists and moves the hand he'd been using to hold them up to the back of my skull where his fingers knot in my hair. He presses himself against me, flattening me against the brick wall until there's no space left between us. My newly freed hands automatically go up to rest on his waist. It feels a little weird, but it feels weirder to just leave them hanging by my sides.
In the way that Will has us positioned behind the dumpster, the cop probably won't see us if he shines his flashlight in here. I know that he has his flashlight out now because I can see glimpses of the bright beam shining around out in the street. His footsteps have slowed to a walk. I'm pretty sure that he's correctly guessed that I found somewhere to hide, and he's trying to find me.
"Where did you go, you little punk?" He cop yells hoarsely from out in the street, struggling for breath.
Will grins at me and mouths punk at me. I roll my eyes.
He raises his eyebrows at me and glances towards his hand over my mouth before looking back up to my eyes. His question is clear: If I take my hand off your mouth, are you going to be quiet?
As irritated as I am with the way he's treating me like I can't be trusted, and as confused as I am about what the hell is going on, I do want him to let go, so I nod up at him as well as I can with his hands in my hair and on my mouth.
Slowly, carefully, as if he's worried that I'll suddenly start yelling, Will lowers his hand from my mouth and lets it come to rest on the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. I glower up at him, but keep my mouth shut. He grins at me in approval, and I notice for the first time that he has dimples
"I know that you're here somewhere!" The cop shouts, his voice much closer now.
Will looks towards the noise in sudden alarm, pressing himself even closer against me. My face is even with the center of his chest. He smells like coffee.
Will looks back down at me and blinks in surprise as he notices something. His hand automatically slips from my neck back up to my face, cupping my jaw as he gently runs his thumb over a day-old pink scratch going down my cheekbone. He stares at it in confusion.
My breathing accelerates from the unexpected caress. I can't remember the last time somebody touched me so carefully.
He follows the scratch with his thumb all the way down to where it reaches the corner of my mouth, leaving a tingling trail across my cheek.
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Copper Pennies
ActionI kick my legs wildly in the air as Theo restrains me, quickly moving deeper into the alley. Panic spreads through every fiber of my being until I feel like I'm going to pass out. He's going to kill me. He's going to torture me in this alley and sl...
