𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 is a selective mute. Ever since her mother died, she felt like life was hopeless. That she didn't deserve love. Her father is never home. Her step-brother uses any excuse to hit and punish her and her stepmother is too ob...
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T O O A T T A C H E D "imagine being loved the way you love." -S.Colinson ————————————-
Liam's breaths were heavy as he jumped out of his car, his worn out combat boots crunching the gravel beneath him. Izabela's location was near a cemetery that looked dark and cryptic in the midnight glow. He wouldn't be surprised if he spotted some kind of vengeful spirit wandering around the cemetery gates.
His eyes scanned the area until he spotted her shaking figure on the black bench under a lonely lamp. The lighting casting a shadow over her panicked form.
The blonde haired man rushed over and stood at the end of the bench, his heart swelling as he heard her cries, the sadden noise hurting his ears.
"Izabela?" Liam called out gently, the brown haired girl snapped her head up and practically threw herself at the man in sweet relief, her body calming into a stable state.
She honestly didn't think he'd show up...she hoped he wasn't busy or sleeping.
Liam wrapped his arms tightly around her slim waist, breathing in her cinnamon scent. And it was now that he realized just how much his body missed her.
"You're okay, I got you chérie." He ran a hand down her back. "Just breathe for me okay, I'm here now." His dark voice masked in a French accent sent a calming chill down Izabela's spine.
She inhaled calmly and relaxed in his hold, she pulled back and rested flat on her feet as she lifted her head to look up at him.
Thank you for coming to get me. You didn't have to come out in the middle of the night. Izabela signed.
Liam smiled softly at her, loving the way her lavender eyes glowed in the moonlight. His hand raised to rest on her cheek, his movements gentle as ever. He leaned in slowly and pressed a lingering kiss on her lips, humming at the mere feeling of her lips on his.
"You don't need to thank me chérie." He whispered against her lips. Izabela's body grew warm as her eyes fluttered opened to met his captivating ones. "I'm just glad you're okay—you scared me chérie.." He whispered again, the heavy words slipping from his mouth as his brain slightly spiraled with what ifs.
He leaned in again and placed an intoxicating kiss on her cherry lips, his hand reaching to wrap around her delicate neck as it flexed to squeeze tighter but he refrained, knowing she wasn't quite ready for that. Izabela melted into the kiss as she placed her hands on his shoulders, her body falling into his as a low, desperate sound creeped up her throat and escaped onto his full lips.
His hand squeezed her waist tightly—not enough to hurt—but enough to ignited a gasp from Izabela's mouth as he pulled her in closer, her head tilting back with the decoration of his hand around her neck.
