𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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Rowan is so peaceful and content when he sleeps. He's facing away from me, hugging a pillow. I watch as his back moves up and down slowly with every breath he takes. His breathing occasionally falters when he's sleeping, like one's would when they're having a nightmare.
Why are you watching him sleep, You Creep.
No no, You are apart of me.. So technically we are creeps.
I'm too focused on the scars running down his back, covered by a series of tattooed vines filled with roses. I can't believe I didn't notice them last night, I was too deep in my own set of feelings to even pay attention to them. The crazy part is I could feel them, yet it didn't even click in my brain once to check.
I'm laying on my side at the other end of the bed from him. My skin itches to feel his again, to wrap myself around him and his overbearing warmth. But I'm afraid I'd have a heatstroke and die. He is like hugging the freaking sun, radiating heat twenty four seven. I almost died last night of said heatstroke.
I had to station myself at the edge of the bed without any blankets just so I could sleep peacefully without feeling like I was drowning in the sun. I almost broke a sweat, and I hate sweating.
I reach out and brush my finger on the biggest scar on his back. It went across his back, starting at his shoulder and ending at his opposite hip. This one had more roses than the others, it looked like it hurt the most.
I couldn't help but wonder what had happened, who had hurt him. It made me feel furious and sad at the same time.
I kept my touch light and gentle as I ran my finger down, tracing the scarred line down his back. He tenses and my finger freezes mid stroke. He moves and I retract my finger immediately, cursing myself mentally for ruining his peace.
He turns his body over to face me. His eyes are the first thing my brain focuses on. Heavy lidded, they flutter open to a lazy, tired gaze set entirely on me. He blinks a few times, each blink slower than the next. My heart skips a beat.
His eyebrows furrow in the slightest bit, my entire body erupts with heat. Hot, thrumming fire, shooting straight for the back of my neck and my cheeks.
What he says next surprises me. "Why are you so far away?" He mumbles lazily. His Morning voice deeper and raspier, But also softer and innocent. He reaches out and grabs the meaty part of my thigh, pulling me flush against his bare chest.
He then hooks my leg over his hip, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I'm surprised he isn't dying of suffocation from the hair engulfing both him and I.
His breath tickles my neck as he sighs contently, breathing in my scent. I trace the snake going down his shoulder, his hands finding their way into my shirt and onto my bare waist.
