Chapter 61 | Stop

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I stay for a split second, enough to see a myriad of emotions present in his eyes, but not enough to interpret what they are, before I infuriatingly turn around and run back into my room.

"Rosalie-"

"Wait!" His deep voice resonates from his room, followed by the sounds of his footsteps and the swinging of the door.

I can hear him following behind and calling for me, but I ignore him.

I don't know why I'm even acting this way, it just propels me.

I harshly shove the door to enter my room, then hastily turn around to close it-

Only to be stopped abruptly when it almost closes.

I get slightly startled by this, but still proceed to push the door.

"Rosalie..." Damon speaks lowly on the other side of it.

"I believe someone is waiting for you in your room, Mister Alston." I exclaim and keep pushing the door with all the strength I could muster-

Only for it to stay in the freaking same spot.

Eventually, I let go to run mindlessly somewhere away from it.

"Rosalie-" I hear Damon entering the room, following a thud that indicates the door has been closed.

"It wasn't what you thought it was, we didn't do-"

"Of course you didn't, because I interrupted it!" I immediately counter, cutting him off.

"Stop!" He growls and grabs my arm, making me lose my balance and stumble over a couch.

I find myself falling down onto it and landing on my back-

Before finding Damon also instantly falling down like me.

I close my eyes and brace for impact.

Only to feel nothing hit me at all...

Nothing but the weight of something pressing down on the cushion.

I gradually peel back my eyelids to directly meet his eyes, finding that he's HOVERING over me, his hands are on either side of my head, my thighs are somehow SPREAD with his lower body BETWEEN them.

My skirt has been lifted up a little by the commotion that reveals the skin of my thighs and legs, only stopping at the right moment to not reveal my underwear, yet, because I'm sure he can see it if he pulls back.

The exposure also lets me feel the fabric of his pants as it grazes my thighs, the heat of his body seeping through the contact.

What.

The.

Hell-

Is this POSITION that we have found ourselves in?!

Oh my gosh??

I just lay there, staring up at those mysterious gray eyes of his while panting from all that running, puzzled and not knowing what to do when I'm locked like this, being just inches away from the man I have been heavily crushing on, my arms curled up on my chest, avoiding touching him in nervousness.

Damn, where'd my anger go?

I was so damn mad at him seconds ago!

"Rosalie..." He utters, fanning my neck with his hot breath, his expensive and alluring perfume wafting over me at the proximity.

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