Alexander (CENTURIES series: Book #1)

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I lost it. Fucking lost it.

Screaming, I pounded my fists at him, attacking him. I clawed, I scraped, I bruised, I hit. I even kicked him over his damn shin.

"Sophie!" He shouted, blocking my furious hits. "Soph!"

"No!" I screamed at him, probably alerting the neighbors. "How fucking dare you! You come here after three fucking months and you just—" My voice pitched into something supersonic, so instead I just kept pounding him, hitting him everywhere he would allow me.

"Soph!" He caught both my forearms and pushed me into my apartment. I fought to get loose, but he didn't let me. He kicked the door shut with his foot and then whirled me around, slamming me up against it. "Sophie!"

"No!" I cried, not realizing that tears were streaming down my face before I tasted salt on my lips. I managed to get one hand free and I started hitting his chest again, slapping it to get free from his capture. "You fucking shit! You p-put me through h-hell!"

"I know, Soph..."

"Three months! I fucking cried for you for three months and you fucking cheated on me, you jackass!" I sobbed, punching him as hard as I could. It probably wasn't that hard. "You broke me, you r-ruined me, and then you just disappeared, you cheating bastar—"

Alex cut me off by pounding me against the door, sealing his lips over mine. I cried uncontrollably when he caught both my wrists and pressed them to my chest, locking me in up against him.

His lips moved softly against mine, but they were so starved. Everything inside me ached, and whatever tiny piece of myself I had managed to heal after he left, shattered into a million new pieces as his lips brushed against mine. He nibbled at my bottom lip, kissed the corners of my mouth, before he pried my lips open with his tongue. He then dived inside my mouth and kissed me even deeper than before, like my taste was his drug and he desperately needed a fix.

I sobbed. I kissed him back. If that really was the case, I was an addict, too. I stopped struggling and instead grasped the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. Like the pathetic excuse of a girl I was.

He was everywhere. His taste was in my mouth, his scent was in my nose, his warmth surrounded me, his touch was burning me.

Alexander.

His hand cupped my cheek and brushed my tears away with his thumb, while his other hand sought out the small of my back and pulled me closer to him. He let out a small groan when my own hands traveled up to the nape of his neck and combed through his locks that had begun to curl. They always did that when his hair became too long. I used to cut it for him. He probably hadn't cut it since he left.

His five o' clock shadow scratched against my chin, but I had always loved his stubbles. I had always loved everything about him, even the sides of himself that he hated. They all completed him and made him who he was.

"I didn't cheat," He suddenly whispered. His lips broke away from mine, but hovered just above them. "Soph, I didn't cheat on you."

My heart stopped. My eyes that had fluttered closed now opened themselves and looked up at him. "What?"

His eyes. God, there they were. The teal orbs I had dreamt about every fucking night. They were looking at me with that same expression I described earlier. Deep, dark circles roamed beneath them, but as he looked at me, they didn't show any tiredness or fatigue. Just... love.