He's silent. He's silent and I fucked up. He's going to tell me to leave, and never talk to him again. "I-I'm sorry.." I stutter out, and begin opening the door. I felt a hand on my collar, and he pulled me closer to him. Then the most unexpected thing happened, soft lips were pressed to mine. He was kissing me. He was kissing me. Slowly he pulled away with pink dusted cheeks, and looked down.
"Sorry" He said quietly, and I placed a finger under his chin, and pulled his head up. I reattached my lips. He moved his lips against mine, and I just enjoyed the sweetness of the moment.
I pulled away, and yet he kept his head down. He simply got out the car, and led me to the bathroom.
Following his movements, I sat down as he patched me up.
"Are we just going to ignore the kiss then?" I asked and he shook his head. "Jackson... 4 years ago I fell for you. I tried to hold onto something, or someone so I could stop. Guess you start falling, you can't stop. Hell, i'm still falling for you, and all I can do is hope you can catch me." Holt said and finished wrapping the cuts on my arms they used knifes for.
I nodded, and stood up. I wanted to catch Holt, I really did. I was scared though, cause I didn't know where he was going to land.
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Acceptance at last
RomantizmBook one in the Acceptance series. Trans- a prefix meaning "on the other side of," referring to the misalignment of one's gender identity with one's biological sex assigned at birth Gender- either the male or female division of a species, especially...
