When we came down from the high, brandon pulled out and lied down next to me. The sound of our heavy breathing breaking the silence in the room. I turned away from brandon to stretch and he grabbed me by the waist pulling me closer to him. " Where do you think you're going miss y/s" he said groggily, " i just turned around for 1 sec ok" i retorted. " I'm not letting you out of my sight" he said looking me in the eyes. " What do you mean ?" I questioned curiosity peaking my interest . " y/n " he said as he sat up , i sat up too" theres something you need to know" he said seriously. "What is it" i asked, " im from the FBI" he said. I laughed , it was funny how serious he sounded . " you must be joking" i said trying to catch my breath from all the laughing. But brandon wasn't laughing or finding it funny not one bit. Wait he wasn't joking was he?My smile dropped,realising it was really the truth."you're really from the FBI aren't you?" I asked him. "If i really was from the FBI would i be laughing" he said in a much more serious tone.
From that sentence on i knew my life was never going to be the same. I was in danger and i only had brandon sullivan to trust.
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The train ride home
General FictionDamn this man,i wanted him,i needed him,if him just looking at me is making me weak. I don't know what will happen if he spoke or touched me. (ReaderxCharacter) Inspired from a scene in the movie shame.All characters in this short story are fiction...
