Many whispered that Lenora Hawthorne was nothing more than an unassuming girl-a shadow among the ambitious and cunning. But those who truly knew her understood the truth: Lenora was no innocent. She had forged her path in darkness, her allegiance bo...
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________________________________ WHEN I WOKE UP, RIDDLE WAS FAST asleep next to me, he was a peaceful sleeper to the point you could barely even hear him breathing.
the only time i'd ever seen him truly at peace.
his curls sat messily on his face, seemingly no matter what he always looked attractive.
the silk sheets laid down by his crotch, i gazed at the scars on his torso, there was a lot of them.
i had scars too, they always ached whenever they were lightly grazed over something or whenever i moved too fast.
i knew that he knew i had them from that night he helped me clean up from Lance.
i decided to take in this moment, because i knew it wouldn't last long when he woke up.
i gazed around his room, not really being able to take in my surroundings until now.
In every way, it suited him, especially the cold silk sheets that made me get goosebumps from just lying on them.
Though that same pang of regret rang throughout me, i'd never felt good about a hookup like i did with him.
I wanted to know why, Why did i actually enjoy it?
Maybe because he's slept with so many other girls, And he actually has good experience.
But I've slept with many others and usually they had slept with many also, and with that came experience.
So Why?
I felt Riddle shift, and grumble something in his sleep next to me, making me hold my breath.
Do i leave?
Maybe its best if i do-
"Stay." Mattheo Urged, Making me meet his cold eyes.
I didn't say anything, but i listened.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him, the noticeable heat of his body coming apparent to me, putting me in strange comfort that loomed over my head.
His heartbeat was speedy, like he was nervous of something.
His scent was of cigarettes, and wore off expensive cologne, I'd never smelt anything so.. intoxicating, Almost like it would swallow you whole if you let it—Even in the slightest way.
It clung to him in a way that was both alluring and overwhelming, pulling me in deeper with each breath I took.
I felt myself caught between a thrill and a hesitation, like standing at the edge of a cliff, unsure whether to leap or hold back.
