Runaways ~m.c

0.6

He pulls away instantly, and I get off the bed. "I'm sorry," whatever I was feeling is gone now. I'm back to normal, I think.

"Tori, wait!" I'm in the bathroom before he can stop me. Why am I crying? "Please don't cry, let me in. I can hear you."

I unlock the door and back away sitting on the side of the bathtub. He comes to me getting on his knees.

"I'm sorry-"

"Victoria, it's okay. Look, it doesn't matter. You don't need to cry, alright? It's perfectly normal to still be a virgin, no mater what other people think." His hands take mine between them. His are considerably larger than mine. "Let's just go to bed, okay?"

"Alright." I hold onto his hand while we go back to the bedroom.

He lays close beside me and I lay my head against his arm. We don't say anything, we just lay facing each other. His lips brush against mine a few times, and I can't help but blush each time he tells me I'm beautiful.

"Thank you," I whisper before falling asleep.

"What for?" His voice is deeper when he's nearly asleep, and it's so soothing.

"Saving me." After the words pass my lips I'm surrounded by darkness and peace.

~

I wake up alone, but the sound of water running reassures me. I wonder how long he's been awake, and when he plans to leave this morning. I stay in bed, not wanting to think about last night.

It all plays in my mind like a movie. I shouldn't want to sleep with a man I don't know. Hell, he hasn't even told me his name yet. This life I'm living now is so much different from the one I was before in California.

Michael comes into the room with a towel draped around his waist. "Good morning, Tori." This is the first time I've seen him without clothes on. His body isn't toned and muscular which is honestly different than I imagined. Not bad in any way, actually I like that he's not. It's very nice. I have to tear my eyes from him to respond without stuttering on my words

"How many times am I going to have to tell you that my name is Victoria?" I grumble sitting up on the bed.

"You're cute when you're angry, or pretending to be angry. Your cheeks turn red, and it's adorable."

"Shut up." I mumble getting up and grabbing something to wear for the day. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. He smells like cheap soap and mint. I'm then embarrassed by the little amount of clothing between him and I. One sudden movement and he could be naked.

"You're so hateful in the mornings." He chuckles and kisses the top of my head.

"Are you ever going to tell me your name?" I ask suddenly. I know it, but he doesn't know I do. "It's a bit strange not knowing the name of the guy I'm traveling with."  I turn around so I'm facing him. My arms wrap around his torso loosely.

"Names aren't that important." He shrugs and bites his lip. "So no, I'm not telling you my name." His lips touch mine and I'm lost. Kissing him is like a drug of its own, leaving me breathless and feeling a way I never knew you could.