Chapter 9
I couldn’t kiss him, it’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just that I don’t know him and I’m not really into kissing complete stranger because the last time someone did his partner killed my baby brothermindyouthetaonewas forced, "I can't let anyone in Nik, if you could tell me what you really thought I would greatly appreciate it but right now I don't want to live here because I don't want to be the girl I was before. The one who never considered death was possible especially in her perfect world, then death happened making her life turn into a huge fucking pile of crap," I sigh Nik brought his hands to my shoulders as he brought me into his arms, "I found out that nobody was my friend, I was popular with a bunch of assholes, my boyfriend was a cougar who lied and cheated, then I realized that marriage isn't what it seems, and finally my mother is spitting out more teeth and blood than a regular dentist is seeing. It took one little boy’s death to grow me up and see reality. Maxwell's death made me grow up and I never want to be a little girl again," Nik slowly brought his knees up from beneath him as he carried me up the stairs.
"I can walk," I try to get out of his strong hold but he proved a great deal of strength with the way his arms held me well.
Nik continued down the hall before pausing at an unfamiliar door, pushing it open with his foot I gasp in surprise, it's huge!
A large California king bed sat centred against the wall with a large pale grey duvet set on its comfortable surface a dozen pillows covering the surface, the large comforter enveloped with a soft black flannelette over the edge. My head snapped to the right, a large desk pushed against the wall, with two computers hooked to a plug where there is a closed laptop and papers scattered over its top. Looking over the draws he seemed to have little use since the wardrobe seemed to be in use because a pile of clothing led its way. I laugh a deep tiresome sound, "You can keep a house clean but it seems your room is an exception," he looked down at the floor sheepishly, and found that he is in fact standing on a piece of banana peel.
I stare at him humour clear in his boyish features, continuing a path to his bed he dumped me on the top pushing me beneath the covers, I roll my eyes, "Calm down," I shove his hands away, cleaning up he tosses things into a bin, I watch in awe as throws pieces of trash, and doesn't have to look at the bin across the room and still manages a good shot.
He moves onto his clothes tossing them into a pile, I roll my eyes getting up before he could stop me, Nik glared but he let me out the door way, "Afraid I'll find a pair of your girlfriend’s thongs?" I tease trying to keep a strange feeling from my bones that kept saying Nik is mine from being evident in my voice.
Nik's eyes grew and now he's trying to grab the clothes, "Aha! I knew it," I raced back and threw the pile at Nik so I could get away but he caught up easily grabbing my wrist as he threw me onto the bed coming down with me.
My leg instantly came up, a reflex action that could never be helped. Somehow Nik caught my knee before it hit home, forcing it down as he levelled my face with his.
A smile broke off as his hands came up and covered my mouth. Anchoring my twitchy leg Nik pushed himself aside as he trapped me under his rough form. My eyes gaze at his stubble admiring his plump lips.
I looked down feeling slightly abashed by our intimate position. And the fact I'm still allowing him freedom over my body baffles me.
Okay Nik, you want to wrestle well a wrestling match is what you're going to get. Step one of the plan: distract the enemy. Pushing forward in a way that could be seen as suggestive, I push my chest up having left my hands sneered beneath his.
And I couldn't blame Nik as his eyes drift slowly down my neck to my cleavage. I bite my lip; his hold loosens enough that his hand had moved from my mouth and down to tie back my hands, he brought his eyes back to mine with desire clear in his yellow irises.

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Always Silent
Novela JuvenilWe all have a past, one we try to run from, a past we try to hide from. One anticipation to another the loyalties of death are what becomes us. I wander towards my past because it is me. Watching my brother drown at his young age became my reality...