Don't Touch That

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Anti's POV: 

We did nothing for awhile. Just laid there, doing nothing.

I thought of a song, but I only knew it in Irish, but sang anyway. "Baineann sé le bheith in aghaidh an lae ar fad, gan tú mo chara. Agus beidh mé insint duit go léir faoi nuair a fheiceann mé tú arís,"

"What was that?" Dark asked, smiling.

"Oh nothing. Just a song from a movie Jack watched years ago,"

"Remember the name at all?"

"No, just the song. And that the set is a set of seven and they're making an eighth one this year,"

"Anything else?"

"Umm, oh! It was originally made in America"

Dark sat up on his elbow to face me. I looked at his eyes. The were focused on something. I followed his gaze the open heart on my chest. Why is he- no way. He is not. He WILL not. I don't want that. Not now. I covered the little thing with my hand, so he dosen't touch it.

"I get it," Dark says,"Slow," He leans over, kissing my cheek, making his way down my neck. He hit a soft spot, making me moan a little. He seemed to enjoy it. His hand brushed my heart.

"DARK, DON'T!" I yelled.

"What?"

"I said don't touch," I said, sitting up. I got up, putting on my sweatshirt.

"Where are you going?" Dark asked.

"I'm not in the mood right now," I said heading toward the door. "I love you. I just can't right now,"

"Anti! Don't-!" I walked out without letting him finish.

I walked out of the hotel. It was raining. I didn't care. L. A. dosen't get a lot of rain so it was good to get this.

I walked a bout three blocks when i bumped into someone.

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