"Stop that."
I jumped slightly as my eyes shot over to the familiar hulking form standing in the doorway of my bathroom. I always forget how tall Derek is until I'm standing right next to him. Or in this case in front of him.
"Stop what?" my brows...
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“So goddamn beautiful.” Derek murmured into my ear, and my breath hitched when I felt his warm lips connect with the skin of my neck as he pulled me closer to his bare chest.
My heart was beating a million miles a minute— like my brain was working overtime- trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
He thinks that I'm… beautiful? Me?
No one has ever called me beautiful and actually meant it. But the way Derek's thick arms wrap themselves protectively around me, and the way his fingers stroke the skin of my scars so gently, I just know he means every word.
It overwhelming to say the least...
He said those words so softly- so possessively- that it made my skin feel warm as butterflies erupted in my stomach.
I've never felt like this with anyone before. It's both exhilarating and absolutely terrifying all at once. Mostly terrifying.
“Derek.” I gasped softly, feeling his hand slowly trail up the scar along my chest while his lips seared a path along my shoulder to just under my jaw.
“You drive me insane, Red, you know that?” He asked as he slightly turned my body so that way I would sit sideways on his lap, my legs dangling over his and onto the bed.
“I, uh… I'm sorry..?“ I didn't know what I was supposed to say to something like that. Like, is he flirting with me? Am I being flirted with? On?
I've never kissed a boy let alone had a boyfriend before so I have absolutely no fucking clue what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm just glad that Alex and Aileen aren't home…
Wait why would I be half a bit that? It's not were about to do that... Right?
I feel like being practically naked on his lap is something that shouldn't be happening right now. I want to get up, but the way his hands run over my skin like I'm a piece of art that might break any second has me nearly melting into him even more.
No one has ever held me like this before...
That's because no one wants to hold a murderer, little Alice... Remind me, how much blood is on your hands again? Other than mine of course!...
“I, uh…” I cleared my throat, continuing to avoid eye contact as I carefully stood up from his lap. “I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that…”
“Red..? Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” Derek asked, worry evident in his voice as he watched me get dressed. My breathing erratic as I rushed to my closet to grab my bomber jacket.
