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Chapter.12.Falling & Feeling Hard.

The picture above is what Riley is looking at while sparring.

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This chapter is for the more mature audience. It isn't too bad until next chapter 

Chapter 12

With a heavy amount of reluctance, my head moves up and down. "I agree." He shuts the door and jumps on my bed.

I stay where I am, "Come here to me baby, you're too far." Until his persuasive words and smile usher me towards him. He's got a hold on me that I don't even want to admit. "There's my girl." I love it. His lips press against my fingertips. God, I should not be in this deep so soon.

But there are more pressing matters than my addiction to Lucas Friar. "You start." I utter under my breath, I really don't want to have this conversation, but I know that it was inevitable.

"Why were they after you? How'd they find you? Why didn't you want them to know about me?"

I figured one question at a time, but hey whatever. I owe him an explanation for this mess he's in. I wish I could say I regret allowing him into my messed up and complicated life but like I said, he's the oxygen to my lungs. Lucas is etched deep within my heart already. The woman who never feels, feels hard for Sparky. "Missy and Marissa Bradford. AKA Bradford Bitches, you met the lovely Missy at the party and Marissa is my mortal enemy. I have no idea how they figured out where I was, it could be them following me at fight night or inside sources. They kind of have their hands in everything. I didn't want them to know about you because I want to keep you safe."

"Why?"

"You want to know why she's my enemy?" He nods, "because she's the reason Farkle is dead." His relaxed expression, slowly morphs into sadness before turning to anger. "I was supposed to throw the fight with Marissa. We were fighting in a tournament and even after she put me in the hospital they still killed him. Only because I didn't listen." I kick my right leg over the side of his body to straddle him and my fingers play against his muscular chest. "That was the last time I lost, my anger fueled and still fuels me." With my forehead resting against his, I inhale deeply. "I can't lose you Sparky. I know that I'm a lot to handle and I have a lot of baggage. I'm sorry I cause so much trouble." While laying him down, my lips press against his. I guess I just want to be reminded that he's still here. Though it is weird that I think of him as my drug - I'm aware it is odd - I don't really care, like an addict needs his drug, I need Lucas. Neither one of us pull away, in fact his hands tangled in my hair only deepens our embrace. I love that he doesn't try to say things to console me, it wouldn't work anyways, and his hands on me are enough to ensure me that things may not be okay right now, but they can and hopefully will be.

"I'm not going anywhere." That's for damn sure, not if I have anything to say about it. I'll get the living hell beat out of me before I let anyone touch him. I haven't told him that and I don't know if I will, my feelings for him are pretty intense and the last thing I would want to do is scare him off. "Ace and Blondie say thank you."

"My pleasure." Normally that would be extremely sarcastic and that was the original intention but it came out, genuine? Gross Riley, get your life together. "7 p.m. tomorrow we start training." He flips me over and lays me on my back. The feelings of lust are pushing off of us in waves, his pupils widen whenever, my arms snake around his neck. 

"Can't wait."

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