Between The Lines

Chapter 60: Pink Lace

Lane's POV (1st person):

The soft hum of the hospital filled the room as I lay there, eyes closed, pretending to sleep. But my mind was far from rest. The presence of Rebecca, even as she tried to be inconspicuous, was overwhelming. She was too much for me, in every sense of the word. Too beautiful, too alluring, too intoxicating.

My mind drifted back to the countless moments that had brought us here. The first time I realised how deeply she affected me was at the café. She was ahead of me in line, her slender back turned toward me. I couldn't resist the urge to press against her, feeling the heat of her body through our clothes. When she tried to move away, I grabbed her waist, pulling her back against me. The shock in her eyes, the way her breath hitched – it was intoxicating.

Then there were the moments in the storage room. The thrill of those stolen touches, the teasing caress of her lips with my thumb, and the way I leaned in close, whispering, "We can still have moments like these." Her gasp, the way her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, as if she couldn't handle the intensity – it drove me wild.

I loved making her flustered, watching the way her cheeks turned that delicate shade of pink. It was a game for me, a dangerous one, but one I couldn't resist playing. Every accidental touch, every brush of my hand against her skin, was a victory. Like the time I touched her by 'accident' in class, the way she jumped slightly, her eyes darting to mine, filled with a mix of confusion and desire.

But it wasn't just the physical moments that got to me. It was the protectiveness I felt, the jealousy that burned whenever she was with someone else. Like that day Jack had been punching her. The sight of her in pain, the way she looked at me for help – it was unbearable. I had to make sure she was safe, that she was mine.

And then there was her best friend, Oliver. Watching them together, seeing him tickle her, making her laugh in a way that I longed to – it drove me insane. I wanted to be the one to make her laugh, to touch her, to hold her. Every time Oliver was near her, it was like a knife to the gut.

I opened my eyes, glancing at her peaceful face. She was so close, yet so far. My feelings for her were uncontrollable, a torrent of desire and longing that I couldn't suppress. I wanted her to be mine, completely and utterly.

As I watched her sleep, I knew one thing for sure. This girl was going to be the death of me, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

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I had spent the weekend in a restless haze, the sterile hospital room doing little to calm the storm of thoughts in my head. Monday morning arrived, and I could hardly wait for her to visit, like she promised. I knew she'd come, even though she had school. Rebecca always kept her word.

I was lost in thought when the door opened and she burst in, looking flustered and disheveled. Her cheeks were a beautiful shade of pink, her braid was loose, and her shirt was untucked again, with her skirt crooked from the rush. Despite everything, she still managed to make me hard with just a look.

"Lane," she panted, clearly having run all the way here, "I had to see you. I couldn't wait."

I couldn't help but smirk at her dedication. "Come here," I said softly, my voice thick with desire.

She hesitated for a moment, then made her way to the side of my bed. I could see the nervousness in her eyes, the way her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. I reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer.

"Sit," I instructed, patting the edge of the bed.

She sat down, her body tense and uncertain. I leaned in, my breath ghosting over her ear as I whispered, "You look like you ran a marathon to get here."