So this SS is special.
One of my most favs.
Unfortunately i have been so unfair to this one, I've left it hanging twice.
It still is one of my most favs, its closest to my heart!
A story about the passion between two strangers, which ultimately lea...
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The front door creaked open and his eyes finally saw the relief as he saw her walk into the house. It was her, finally. He was about to take a step towards her but stopped, held himself back. The relief and happiness only lasted a minute and he broke seeing the sight infront of him, was it really her? His long buried heart broke.
She stumbled into the house holding the door, a half finished bottle in one hand while the other one held onto whatever that came her way for support. It wasn't her. His eyes refused to believe that it could be her, he almost looked away hurt, when he saw her walking into the house struggling with her balance, barely dressed and befuddled. It didn't take him another moment to realize she had been out for hours drinking, the side of her which he could hardly imagine ever. Had she really changed all over these months, a part of him wondered but yet again, there was something still there about her innocent face which didn't let him believe the sight infront of him. He got alert when he saw her stumbling once again, this time to fall and his hands reached out to hold her.
She looked up in surprise when a pair of arms caught her before falling and a familiar warmth filled her heart when she looked up into his eyes, the eyes which were in every inch of her soul now. She shivered as she looked deep into his eyes and saw something familiar, the same rage she had once seen his eyes when he had once walked away from the very house. He was looking intently at her, his eyes harbouring a thousand question, but she could see the uncertainty in his eyes. As she kept staring at his face, it all came back to her and she felt her heart sinking once more. She was just about to step away when his fingers curled around her arms holding her in place, pulling her a little closer.
What is all this...And where've you been all day? Do you even know how long I've been waiting here...
He spoke in a heated tone, his fingers digging deep into her skin with every word that left his lips. She couldn't help but smile.
Why?
She whispered in a low voice taking him by surprise. Her eyes said a different story.
What do you mean by why? You left without a word in the morning..
And where have you been this whole time?
He asked eying her again after a slight pause.. She smirked at his words and the horror flitting across his face.
I wasn't sleeping with anyone if that is what you're worried about.
She would never admit the shiver that ran down her spine looking at the rage that spread across his face hearing her words. Did she even know what she was talking? It was only the stupor talking, She winced when his fingers dug more into her arm and yanked her closer, his menacing face inches away from hers.
Are you fucking out of your mind...What...
Get inside, you're not in your senses.
He added the later closing his eyes and calming himself a little knowing she definitely had no clue of her own words, her state made it obvious. He was just about to pull her when she resisted, trying to pry her hands out of his grip. Her efforts were futile with the alcohol doing its bit as she just stumbled and fell on his chest. He silently wrapped his arms around her holding her close. Something was bothering her, he could sense it from her body language, only she was holding something back.
