Imperfect Me. (ON HOLD)

Chapter 37

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JAYDEN:

I struggle to keep the speed lower than my usual and actually stay within the speed limit while we ride past the streets. Jade's smallish hands are wrapped loosely and I have the urge to speed up just to have her hold on a little tighter.

She took off her helmet insisting I needed it more and that she wanted to feel the air. I refused- her safety is more important than my own, seeing that neither of us were going to wear it I just put the helmet away.

I feel my body warm against her skin, her cheek is pressed against the dip between my shoulder blades... even her fingers seem to leave a trail of heat behind as she sub-consciously draws patterns over my abdominals.

God. She makes me want her.

The only 'outsider' that has been to where I'm taking Jade now is: Hannah. I speed up a little as we head onto the dual carriage way... it would be faster to take the motorway but there's a higher possibility of something going wrong so we're taking a detour.

When we arrive I find myself smiling. One of my most cherished places.

I feel Jade freeze behind me confused as to why we're at a house in the middle of nowhere. The place I've brought her is a small, two story house... it looks aged and almost abandoned but that's the beauty of this place.

I observe her, trying to anticipate her reaction as she scrutinises the exterior.

Does she trust me enough to go inside?...

I hold her hand and give her a gentle squeeze.

She probably doesn't realise it but her contact really helps settle my nerves.

"Where are we?" she asks looking at me. Questions swim in her tired eyes but she doesn't look scared... just curious.

Does that mean she trusts me? Ecstatic. That is how I feel but I suppress the emotion in case I'm jumping to conclusions.

"Just come inside and I'll explain a few things to you." I know I'm being a bit cryptic but if she finds out... there is a risk she'll be in more danger and I can't bring myself to put her in that place which, means I'm going to have to give her half truths... or avoid questions in which I'll have to lie.

She nods and falls into step behind me as we walk up into the house. I unlock the numerous locks and push the door open for her.

She takes a couple of small steps in- her legs are probably still wobbly, eyes wide as she inspects the room. Once her eyes finally adjust to the light streaming in through the windows she lets out an audible gasp. I chuckle at her antics as she traces the graffiti lining the walls. The wall has been painted black with graffiti lining every surface possible excluding the floor which has been covered in mats.

"Did you guys do this?" She questions turning to me as she does.

"How did you know?" How on earth did she guess that?