Rose Red - Sandwiches, Paint and Werewolves

Chapter 6~ Ow.

It is lunch time in school, and this one is quick. As no one guessed the secret word, it was PLEASE.

Wasn't hard, was it?

:D

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I squirmed as he held me closer in his arms, spreading that wonderful lightening feeling throughout my body. It warmed me up, lighting me up from the inside.

What was this?

Maybe it was the fact that I was comfortable.........

Or the fact that I wasn't feeling lonely for once.............

Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact, that for the first time in almost five years, I felt safe.

And a tiny bit sleepy.

Oh great. Just what I needed. That's right, fall asleep in the arms of a POTENTIAL MURDERER ROSE.

Safe, in the arms of a strange werewolf.

Pffffffffffft.

Next Stop: Prostitute.

His arms felt lovely around my body though, his soft lips pressing into the base of my cold neck, making me see stars on the ceiling. The same smell that coated the jacket surrounded him as well, managing to smell sweet and indescribably male at the same time.

Spearmint.

Spearmint and apples.

Somehow that made such a good combination.

Suddenly, his arms constricted even more around me, pressing his muscles into me even more if that was possible. And boy did he have many.

I don't know how he managed to pull off the lean and mean look, because from what I was feeling clenching around my waist, lean was definitely NOT the word for it.

His hair tickled my neck as he breathed in and out. It felt almost as soft as his lips, and as he pressed into me, I had a sudden vision, of me tugging on it as his lips made his way down my body, nibbling at me like he was a starving man, and I was a chocolate cake, his hands roaming all round my body.................

He groaned, and the dream was shattered as quickly as it came.

I was definitely a prostitute.

I'd berate myself for this one later. Right now, having fantasies with unknown men was NOT an option. First, I had to get free, which was actually harder than it looked. His arms were like a steel cage around me, tight rock hard and unbreakable.

But if he woke up like this, I might just self-combust from embarrassment.

I tried to wriggle out, only banging my foot against the open door as I flailed about as the result. That only left me one option, and I didn't want to use it.

I REALLY didn't want to use it.

I sighed, and hoped he would forgive me.

And then I kicked him in the balls.