"--just for the night, let me worship you."
Yes, yes.
"No." I whisper, my throat raw, and tears blurring the edges.
"Ryan!" He says, his breath hitching. "Ryan. Please. Look at me!" He whispers, as my head begins to turn away from his face, because I cannot. I cannot look at his face, the desperation in his eyes and the sadness written all over his perfect body.
I cannot.
"Look at me." He says again, and it is not a command this time, it is a plea. He catches my jaw with his hand, and jerks my face to his, so our lips are a mere inch apart.
"Love me, love me. Say that you love me. I cannot care about anything but you." He whimpers, and then our lips are touching, and he swipes his tongue across my lower lip, and it is too much.
"Brendon." I say simply, pulling away and pressing our foreheads together.
"I love. love. love you."
(Short filler chapter, but I've always wanted to see these tweets re-enacted in a fic, and I've never read anything containing it, so.. why not?)
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Boy Of The Ball ~ A Ryden AU
FanfictionBrendon is a prince in distress. Engaged to a woman he does not love, and with feelings he should not have, he has no clue what to do. Afraid and anxious on the night of his engagement party, he finds solace in a rather strange form. Inspo taken fro...
