She was fire; he was ice.
He was bad and she was good.
He was rude cocky and arrogant. She was sarcastic, depressed and lonely.
Opposites attract. But so do lies, murder, bets, and promises.
For we are all crooked souls trying to stay up straight...
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Song above: Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a Home (One of my favorite songs)
Abbreviation translate: From earlier chapters T.O.M is the abbreviation that Andrew used when he was uncomfortable about a girl and her natural monthly cycles. Therefore, T.O.M stands for Time of Month.
Chapter 25: The Good Girl's Promise • I'M ON MY T.O.M •
• KIMBERLY •
The rain trickled down my forehead and down to our connected lips. My hair at some point came out of it's messy bun and Ryder was digging his hands through my locks. My lips were stagnate against his. The shock of his sudden movement and the feeling of regret hits my body. Ryder's lip move desperately against mine.
Ryder pulled back and whispered against my lips,"What's holding you back, Princess? I'm here, why not let go of everything right now. Just let go."
His lips were on mine again, slowly and prodding against mine.
"Ryder-" I whisper.
"Why?" His ragged breath filled the air around us.
"I promised." I whispered as the rain mixes with my tears. "I can't betray my brother. I can't betray another promise because every time I do, someone gets hurt."
Ryder brings his thumbs up to under my eyes and wipes the tears forming on my cheekbones. "What did you promise?"
"A lot of things. For Adrienne, for my brother, for Axel..."
"Axel? What did Axel promise?" Ryder asked, frantically. Almost, as if he is worried or scared.
I blushed,"Nothing."
"Kimberly." He warns.
"He made me promise to give you a chance." I whisper, looking down at his tempting lips.
"And what do you want. Not what other people are wanting. What does Kimberly Adams a sexy, sarcastic, girl next-door want?" He whispers as his face is shadowed deeply by the darkness of the sky.
I don't answer because the answer is...I want Ryder.
I like Ryder Williams.
What type of sick dream is this?
Ryder steps one foot closer and whispers in the close air around us,"What do you want Kimberly?"
