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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"Where are you going?" I asked, my brows pinching together in confusion, my fingers tangled in his. He felt warm, his skin was hard and calloused, but still felt soft against mine.
His lips slightly curved, a smile that radiated nervousness. "Some meeting Kimberly has orchestrated," He said, his tone kept casual. Although something about it screamed hesitant: Like he was hesitant to tell me almost.
"A meeting?" I mumbled, confusion dizzying my head. "A meeting with who?"
He hummed, his thumb grazing over my knuckles gently. "I'm not sure, yet. Kimberly has made it her best effort to not tell me or Celina shit about this meeting, she just insists we go." He says, he tone uncaring.
"Oh," I murmured, my eyes dropping to watch as our hands fiddle together, feeling that familiar pang of anxiety-ridden nauseate me. "Outside of the sanctuary?"
His eyes looked at me through heavy lids, a small smile edging his lips upward, in a way that makes his face look dark almost, with this mischievous lint behind it. "Yes. But, I will be fine." He says, assuring.
My head tips to the side, an annoyed smile curving my lips upward. "I never said you wouldn't be," I remarked, plopping myself onto his thigh, feeling his strong arm wrap around my waist instinctively. "I was just asking."
He hum, amusement behind the simple action. I couldn't help but feel a swarm of heat flood my body as my eyes raked up his fitted form. He was wearing a black suit that had to be tailored perfectly for just him. it fit like a second layer of skin, squeezing his body in all the right places.
He had the sleeves to the white undershirt rolled slightly up, and a dark blue tie tucked into the black suit-vest. With Silver rings highlighting every long, slender finger. His hair was messily curly a-top of his head, like he hadn't even tried to style it.
But it looked so perfect.
He did.
I exhaled a shaky breath. My chest felt achy, and my skin was possibly on fire? I wanted to devour him whole-which sounds weird in my head, but he looked devour-able? I just wanted to keep him for myself.
Don't get pregnant now..
Too soon.
I adjusted his collar out of pure nervousness, feeling my insides twist in that uncomfortable way that made me almost want to throw-up. "You look nice." I say, my face flushing with heat.
His brows raise in pure amusement, his lips tipping upward into a slow, deliberate grin that makes his dimple appear from his cheek. "Yeah?" He asks, leaning his face purposely closer to mine; making my body still on command.
His breath fans my lips, and I'm suddenly a statue. Made from hard stone.. or concrete. my eyes blinking nervously and my stomach spinning all of a sudden. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.
