Her life was far from perfect.
With an absent father, an alcoholic mother, and two younger siblings to take care of, Aurora never believed in an exemplary life for herself and therefore for others.
Everyone looked at her from their rose-colored gl...
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What happened in my car last night was not what I'd intended to happen when kidnapping Rory from her front porch, but there it was, it was planted in my brain. The moment replayed on a constant loop for the rest of the night, keeping me up past the clock hitting twelve. I was so sure it was a repercussion for tainting such a well-preserved artifact like her.
From the moment I'd laid eyes upon her I wanted to damage that fossilized innocence but the more I got to know her the more wrong I could be. Sure she was innocent in the parts of intimacy but not in life. I was starting to understand that now. It couldn't be clearer with her consent to push for distance after something good happened like she didn't deserve it.
There was nothing to damage, I slowly realized, because she was already shattered to pieces.
And I was now trying to form a mosaic from her mind and heart.
When we kissed, the rest of the world was blurred. Everything around us was out of focus, and the only thing I could truly see was her in all her glory. Now that I was in, I didn't want out, so I panicked when she shut me out the day after the party.
I tried my best to give her the space she may have needed to process what had happened in that bathroom, but when Faith came over Saturday night with Liam and ranting about being on the same end of Rory's brick wall, I had to do something—anything.
Kidnapping was a slight part of the plan but making out with her and having her hips roll on mine until my eyes rolled to the back of my head in a euphoric release was not on the list of to-do's. It was so damn awkward afterward and I didn't hesitate to take her back home, skipping the whole walk aspect that we'd discussed before I had whisked her from her home.
There was a soft thanks that she whispered under her breath before she retreated back inside and left me astonished in my car. Had we really done that? Was that even real or was it a figment of my imagination? Surely she wouldn't resent me for it in the morning, right?
"I whole-heartedly blame you for that hell of a workout, Ollie. Fuck you." Liam slaps an arm around my shoulders as we stroll into the building for lunch after football practice.
I was still so out of my body from yesterday that It'd lead to me dropping the ball on many occasions. That caused the entire team to run four miles and do a series of drill workouts. They hated me but, fuck, if they knew what I was keeping to myself.
We reach the still-empty table we occupied and I fall into my chair with relief. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind." Liam shakes his head at me from across the table. "Harper is tired of that excuse and honestly, so am I Ollie." What a best friend he was, am I right? "You have no clue what's been going on in my mind for the past four days Liam. Don't sit there and judge me when you would crumble if you lived in my mind for a week." He rolls his eyes at me before crossing his arms. "Such a drama queen. What could possibly be bothering you?"
