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Book Two in the Darien Grace Chronicles
"I couldn't hear the music. I knew that it was pulsing all around me, I could feel it vibrate through the air, but I couldn't hear it. I hadn't been able to hear it for a while now. I ju...
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Darien Grace
I rose on trembling legs, euphoria surging throughout my entire being, infusing with all of the other unknown emotions and sensations sending me into overdrive. I had done it, I had actually f.ucking done it. I couldn't stop the small, flabbergasted smile from curving my face as I curtsied, leaving the stage and the spotlights behind. My heart felt as if it was going to beat right out of my chest. Any moment, I knew that it would rip free, and it did simply because of the sight waiting for me at the edge of the stage.
The moment the last note I struck dissolved into silence, the entire room erupted into deafening applause, but I couldn't hear it. The world was completely out of focus. It was leading me on, guiding me toward him, toward the one place that I truly belonged. He was there. He was waiting for me. He was mine. He reached a gentle, guiding hand up to me and I took it, holding on to it as if it were the only thing keeping me alive. He was my lifeline. Heat surged through every cell in my body the second his skin touched mine. The feeling of absolute entirety in that one simple connection was indescribable. Only the overly clichéd phrase came to mind, "two halves to a whole." I knew that I would follow this man anywhere — I had to — I was undeniably lost without him.
Slowly, he led me away from the stage, from the crowd, from the party, off into one of the dark and unexplored places I'd mentally set aside for later. How he knew it was there was beyond me. The second we were away from the prying eyes of anyone and everyone who would tear us apart, we were done for.
It was magnetic — the force coursing between us refused to be denied any longer. It urged us together, compelling, colliding, crashing. Neither of us were in control any longer, both completely overrun by primal intentions craving the sensation of flesh on flesh. We were a mess of tangled limbs, sweat slicked skin, ragged breathing, and discarded clothing. We couldn't get enough of each other, we never would. How could we when every time we touched it was as if someone sent a jolt of lightning throughout me? He brought to life parts of me that were far beyond even God's saving grace. He was my savior. He rescued me from the world. He delivered me from my past. He protected me from myself. He was the reason that I was still breathing. He was my Otherwise. Without him I would die. I knew that as surely as I knew that he would never quit pestering me about my eating habits. He was it for me and I would do everything within my godd.amn power to keep him.
"Harry, I—," I paused; the words caught in my throat, strangled out of being by some intangible force. Desperately, I fought against whatever was holding me back. He had to know. He had to. If he didn't then I would lose him. I couldn't lose him. The words were there, drifting slightly out of my reach. Three little words that held the entire universe within their grasp and I couldn't quite catch them. Desperate, angry tears filled my eyes as I tried and failed time and again to grab them and pull them out of the stratosphere and back down to Earth — back down to Harry where they belonged. They belonged to him. They'd never before belonged to anyone else, I'd made sure of that. No one had ever been worthy of them after her. She was the only light I had ever known and once it flickered out, so did my hope... That was, until I met him. He was my hope now. He was my light. With him, I would never be missing.
