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Chapter Nine: Passion

Trish's P.O.V

As I was hugging Zach, the door opened. I pushed Zach behind me and told him to be quiet. Two big guys threw a large bag in the room and then walked over to Zach. They grabbed him and took him out of the room. Before leaving, one of the guys looked at me and said,

"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

I believed the man and went to examine the bag. It looked like a golfer's bag. I looked at the bag and unzipped it. Inside was a body. I gasped and back away, almost falling onto Zach. Once I caught my breath, I went back over to the bag. I touched the body and rolled it over onto its back so I could see the face. To my horror, It was Justin. I put my ear to his chest. He had very shallow breathing, so I started CPR. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, I thought to myself. I leaned closer to his body to give him mouth to mouth. Blow in, blow in. Ten compressions and then two rescue breaths. He gasped and then sat up, looking at me and hugged me tightly.

"Trish... ," He began.

"Thank you so much... I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been here!," He said, looking at me and pushing up his glasses.

"No problem. It was scary, though." I said, shrugging.

"Trish, I have to tell you something. I don't know if you'll like it." He said, breaking eye contact and looking away.

"What is it?" I asked, intrigued, but scared at the same time.

"Trish, I think I'm in love with you," He said, remaking eye contact.

"Justin.. I thought you would never say that!" I said, hugging him.

"You... like me too?" He said, confused.

"Like you? More like, I love you!" I said, letting go of him. Realizing he was still in the golf bag, I helped him get up and once he stood up, he took my hands and just held them. His hands felt so much warmer in comparison to mine. I gazed up at him and looked deeply into his ocean blue eyes as he leaned down and slowly pressed his lips against mine. I was shocked at first, but then I pressed my lips back against him, wasting no time. His hand slowly made its way up my thigh, then he looked into my eyes for permission and then he gently scooped me into his arms and laid me on the cold, hard floor. As numbing as the floor was on my legs, I didn't care at the moment. I was full of love. Full of passion. Justin and I made love on the floor.

*About an hour later*

A/N: um ok passion lmao what is love i wouldnt know