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Orion has a buried secret and a slowly spreading darkness that threatens to cons...
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Trigger Warning: Gun Play
"What the fuck are you doing in my house Mr. Monroe?"
Fuck, that sexy voice could get a rise out of a dead man, the sultry notes make my dick flex.
I found myself making some random excuse to Amy and Dr. Fuckface before hopping onto my motorcycle and booking it to Serena's house. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I arrived home before she did, and after noticing that the alarm wasn't set up, I slipped into Professor Pierce's house by working my way onto her bedroom balcony and slipping into an unlocked window.
I wanted to know what she looked like at her most vulnerable, sleeping peacefully. I wanted to watch her chest steadily rise and fall and lay beside her as she dreamed.
I was hoping to hide out in her closet until she fell asleep.
But when it comes to Serena, I lose all finesse and tend to slip up and get myself caught, the current predicament I find myself in included.
"I wanted to talk to you."
The barrel of the gun is cold against my temple and it feels like a soft kiss. I lean into the it with my eyes on hers before looking down at the dark lipstick on those full lips.
The fact that Professor Pierce has a gun pressed to my head should have at least made me pause, but instead it made my heart flutter in my chest. Any part of her that makes contact with me, even a weapon in her hands, feels like salvation for my sins.
If I'm fated to die by Serena's hands, the reaper can take me now with a smile on my face.
I watch as Serena takes a step back, the gun still held up toward me. She eyes me for a moment and I stand under her watchful gaze, eyes roaming over her body.
Fucking hell.
I was so focused on the gun in my face I didn't notice how delicious she looks.
She's wearing an oversized shirt that reveals her long, muscular legs and I can't decide if I want them wrapped around my waist or thrown over my shoulders.
She presses the gun to my chest to get my attention, and my eyes return to hers after having clearly been caught ogling.
"Go." She says, nodding her head toward the closet door.
I heave an overly dramatic, disappointed sigh before stuffing my hands in my jean pockets and heading out the door, Serena's soft footsteps following behind me.
"Listen," I start as we walk through her bedroom and into the hallway, "I can explain."
My explanation wouldn't really do shit because it's pretty straightforward – I wanted to talk to her and I couldn't wait until tomorrow so I broke into her house. But if I could just buy some time, maybe she'll hear me out before she kicks me out.
