Dead Girls Don't Run ✔️

15 | God Fucking Forbid

Over the weekend, I dream of empires I'd rather burn to the ground, start my run and find Killian always there waiting. Silent, watching. But always there.

He doesn't say a word as we begin to run side by side and I watch him from the corner of my eye. I feel his eyes on me every now and then, searching but when I turn to look at him, he's staring ahead and I question if I'm going crazy.

I know I'm not, my body heats everytime he looks my way, like it knows his eyes are on me and I somehow find myself running closer and closer by his side like a string is tied between us and slowly being shortened.

Killian finds my eyes on him now and he slows to a jog, then stops altogether before turning to me. His hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat, and he looks almost perfect even if we had just been running.

I'm sure I look like I could do with a coma and a makeover.

Sweet gleams off his exposed skin, dripping down his neck and continuing further down his chest and then lower.

"Find what you're looking for?" His voice is soft, yet it demands my eyes back up to meet his.

My eyes swing back to his and I narrow them, but purse my lips before I let my smile widen when I find him analysing me.

"Spin."

His brows rise, confusion rocking through him before they lower in amusement. "What?"

Lifting a hand, I twirl my finger. "Spin."

Killian steps forward, closer to me. The smell of his cologne wafting towards me, and something else that is entirely male and him. Woodsy and slightly spicy.

My heart stills and skips a beat all at once, the breath in my lungs leaving me swiftly.

He keeps his eyes on me before he begins to move, turning in a slow circle.

He spins for me, and I let my eyes linger over the hard planes of his back, dropping lower before he's facing me again and my eyes meet his once more.

"Satisfied?" His voice is like a dark cloud, so unlike the Killian I've come to know and I take a step back as he clears his throat and copies my motion, leaving space between us.

I step past him to continue my run and say over my shoulder, feeling his gaze on the back of my neck like a physical touch. "Not nearly enough."

My feet pound the dirt beneath me as I run the trail, Killian's echoing behind me seconds later.

I take a turn, forcing my mind to only focus on what is in front of me and not on the man behind me, as I feel the strength of his gaze like a physical entity on my spine, practically tracing his way lower, lower, lower-

My feet slip beneath me, the dirt - now mud, too slippery for me to stabilise myself and then I'm falling.

"Shit." Killian's swear is rough and quick. My thoughts echo the sentiment before I feel the mud coat my hands.

Before I hit the ground fully, an arm swoops around my waist, spinning me and cushioning my fall and then Killian is on top of me, his forehead smashing into mine.

"Fuck." I hiss, an ache pulsing from my face.

He barks a laugh, pushing himself off of me. "You're a walking disaster."

"You really know how to flatter a girl."

He rolls his eyes skyward, as if praying to whatever creature lives up there for patience before dropping his head to stare back at me. "Learn to run with your legs before running your mouth, it could get a girl like you killed very easily in this town, Noah." In any other situation if take the words as a threat but they just feel like a warning come from his lips.