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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My eyes twitched open when I felt the familiar airy touch slither down the cracks of my back. When my body tenses I hear her suck in a sharp breath and then the gentle touch is gone.
My skin itches to feel it again, to engulf itself in the comforting feeling that's just as equally terrifying.
Exhaling a shaky breath, I attempt to persuade my body to move and face her. But my mind is screaming at me to ignore her, to ignore the feelings she draws out of me. Because feelings are scarier than anything. Feelings lead to hurt.
My entire being stills when I feel her relatively softer hand on my shoulder, And then her chest against my back. Her hair falls over my arm when she places her chin on my shoulder, her breath tickling the skin on my neck.
"I'm sorry," She whispers, voice light but raspy. I move my head to the side, murmuring. "For what?"
She huffs out of breath. "For waking you." She whispers. I sigh, scrambling to turn myself over whilst keeping her close to my body: I wrap my arm around her waist and place her thigh over my hip, molding our bodies together.
"Don't apologize for stupid things," I mumble deep in her neck, Her fingers tangle in my hair.
She adjusts, pulling me closer into her body. Heat thrums down my body, my chest tightening when the familiar feeling of terror arrives, like it always does.
She could leave you. The voice reminds me. Everyone else did. What makes you so special to her? The voice taunts. This could be the last time you have her in your arms. I hug her tighter.
My mind is screaming at me to leave first, to escape the impending hurt that always comes when I get close to someone, when I open myself up for someone.
I hate that-that's how my brain works. That instead of using my common sense and talking to them, My first instinct is to run away. Hurt them before they can hurt me. It worked great for me up until her.
Breathing in the familiar smell of chocolate and coconut I push past the voice in my head that screams at me to leave. Instead I stay and bask in her scent, her cold skin touching mine, the feeling of her playing with my hair.
"Rowan,"
"Mhm?"
"Can I see them?" She asks suddenly. Confused, I bring my head up and watch as big blue eyes stare at me intensely. "See who?"
"Your scars."
Two words. Two words and my entire body stiffens. Two words and my walls of protection are up and standing firmly on their ground. Push her away, Rowan. My mind screams but my body refuses to move.
"I promise to be gentle." She says, tone laced with promise and emotion. Exhaling a shaky breath, I block my mind out and nod curtly. My hand slips off her waist. "Okay,"
