"You're beautiful," I whispered, touching his face carefully with my fingertips.
"I know," he smiled, and his green eyes lit up, sparkling in the soft candlelight.
"No, your eyes; they don't remind me of what I lost- they remind me of what I had. That I used to be happy, and they give me hope that I'll find it again. Your eyes are almost like a salvation to me. It's a relief to see them after stumbling in the dark for so long," I confessed, his smile mirroring onto my face.
"And here I was thinking, 'she's got a nice ass'" he chuckled, as I looked at him with incredulity. "Joking," he added when he saw my confounded expression, "I'm joking. I love you. There's no other way to put it," he shrugged. My breath hitched noticeably, as he brought the palm that was pressed to my abdomen, downwards, sliding his hand under the hem of my shirt easily. My whole body ached to be pressed against his, and by the time our lips finally collided, the yearn for him had turned into something entirely different.
Lust.
His lips moved against mine softly, at first, but then grew more ferocious. His palm continued to climb up my clammy back, and I tugged at his neck so he would come closer to me than he already was.
I felt as if I was melting in his arms, pooling, dissolving into nothing. He was absorbing me, and I was becoming a part of him, slowly.
If this was what love was, I wasn't ready.
But I didn't need to be ready.
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Bloody Hearts ✔️
Teen FictionShe's been raised to be heartless. He's been raised to be ruthless. She feels trapped. He feels tied down. She is broken. He is bloody. They aren't perfect. They're beautiful. - - Adrianna has been leading the "Black Cobra" gang since her fa...
