Chapter 5
She pulls away from his chest, ultimately aware that she had been crying into James’s shirt for a while.
Her guards back up; he notices it as soon as she tenses in his arm.
They sit still in the middle of the hallway, Jane wrapped in his arms. His long-sleeve gray shirt marked with her tears.
Jane brushes the remaining tears off of her face and steals a glance at James. His sharp cheekbones, broad shoulders, longish blonde hair, all wrapped in a package full of toned, lean muscle.
If she could, Jane would lay in his arms all day.
And now she’s given the chance, but she knows she won’t do it.
It’s too hard bringing someone else into her life to only find out she can only offer him or her physical and emotional abuse.
She pulls away from him, feeling cold and heartless when he isn’t touching her anymore. “Thanks,” she whispers.
The sunlight glides along her skin, streaming through the windows in the hall. And for the first time, James notices the pain etched in her face as she stands in front of him.
And before he can think, before he can ponder the absolutely horrible outcome from his bold decision, he can find only one way to make the pain leave.
James kisses her.
It surprises her. Her shield crumbles to bits as she melts into him. He deepens the kiss, only letting out a suppressed groan when she twines her fingers through his hair. Their body’s fit together like they had before when he first noticed her. She leans into him, pressing against his body.
His heart almost cracks into two.
Her heart almost bursts out of her chest.
Until, she realizes what she’s doing.
She pushes him away. Hand in hand are the grinding thoughts she is throwing at herself for breaking the kiss and pain getting close would cause.
She is also ignoring the pain in his eyes and tingling on her lips.
Tears fill her vision for the second time that day.
Only she couldn’t figure out if they were out of happiness or of doomed love, if you could call it that.
So instead of staying around to find out, she runs away from James.
Leaving James almost gasping from the kiss and almost crying when she ran away.
Because this time he was the one that needed to be held in the middle of the hallway with the tears staining her shirt.
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My Name is Bitch
RomanceJane lived in a broken home, a broken family and walked to school every day with either her heart broken or her ribs. Sometimes both.