Sub Rosa Ties ( A High School Dark Romance)

Zera

I lay on my side, wide awake in my bed, unable to find sleep. Although my knees were no longer in pain, they felt heavy.

Suddenly, a slight screech caught my attention, and I turned to witness my window slowly opening.

A figure dressed entirely in black stealthily slipped inside. I stiffened immediately, my eyes fixated on the person's silhouette.

In the moonlight, it was the hair that immediately drew my attention, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Gerard's.

He pivoted, and his dark eyes gleamed slightly as he advanced towards me. Panicking, I hastily shut my eyes, a barrage of questions flooding my thoughts.

The motion came to a sudden halt, and an eerie silence settled in. I sensed his hands lightly touching my face, gently moving my hair away from it. An uncontrollable shiver coursed through me, as if I'd been jolted by electricity.

Why did I tremble every time he made contact?

He withdrew his hand. "You're awake," his deep voice sliced through the room's silence, and I reluctantly opened my eyes, aware that I'd been discovered.

I sat up and gazed at him, and he responded with a smirk. I had so many questions to ask him, like why he was here, how he knew where I lived, and why he wasn't he at his own place at this hour. But all my inquiries seemed to be stuck.

The question that managed to escape my lips was, "Why did you do it?" It came out as a whisper.

He settled down on my bed, very close to me, and a scent of citrus surrounded me. "Do what?" His voice carried a sense of innocence, as if he had no idea what I was talking about.

"I know what you did, Gerard. You..." I hesitated and ran a hand through my hair. "You beat him up."

"What else was I supposed to do? Should I have kissed his fucking ass? I can do more to him if you want. Just say the word," he said, his voice casual as he idly glanced around my room.

I sighed, unsure of what to say.

"You shouldn't be here. You need to leave now," I stated, trying to push myself up, and in the process, I tugged the blanket off my legs. But I regretted it immediately; I was clad in a t shirt that barely covered my ass revealing my panties, and his eyes fixated on me in that moment, taking in everything.

He licked his lips and lightly touched my ankle. "So small."

"Gerard..."

"I was concerned..." his voice turned into a whisper, "about your knees."

I swallowed hard.

His hands on my ankle were stirring something inside me, suddenly igniting a fiery sensation.

"I don't think we're that close for you to worry about my knees or even me at all," I expressed, and his gaze shifted from my ankle to my face. I noticed him lightly tickle his jaw.

"My mom's room is not far from mine. She's not a deep sleeper, so..."

"What if I make us close enough?" He interjected, his eyes delving into mine.

What is he talking about?

"Uh?"

"You said we're not close enough for me to get worried about you. What if I change that?" His hands moved higher, tracing my inner thigh, and I shivered, releasing a warm breath.

He was wearing a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing a glimpse of tattoos running down his arms.

Why hadn't I noticed this before?