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Back against the wall

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CHAPTER TWELVE

ALMA

He kissed her like she was the air he needed to breathe, to survive.

He'd kissed so many lips, had some many women but he'd never been kissed the way she was kissing him.

Her hands slid up his arms, idly circling the dark ink tainting his skin.

He had so many tattoos, covering almost all of his arms and upper body.

He was a walking canvas, a piece of art.

His tall, leanly muscular frame towering hers by a good three inches.

The slightest  whisper of stubble brushing against her jaw, her chin.

His tongue collided with hers, demanding and receiving what he asked for.

Alma tugged at his hair,  drawing a silent gasp from him.

"Don't stop. Kiss me." She demanded when he stopped kissing her for the briefest of the seconds.

And he was too happy to comply.

He slid his arm behind her back and scooped her up, carrying her to a nearby wall to lean into.

He locked his eyes with hers, staring transfixed at the beauty in them.

"I love your eyes, such a vivid, hypnotizing color." And he kissed her again.

His thigh between both of hers, it was the most indecent act she'd ever done but she was too lost in the kiss to give a damn about anything. "William." she gasped his name between kisses.

He felt a crumpling sentiment at the pit of his gut when she whispered his full name, no one called him that way. He was just Will.

He liked her name, the way it rolled out of his tongue.

It meant soul in Spanish. Living in L.A, he'd learnt to speak fluent Spanish, he also liked her sisters' names. So noteworthy.

Just when his hand was sliding inside of her skirt a clear of a throat snapped them back to reality.

Alma turned to find an elegantly dressed businessman. "Am I interrupting something?"

She jumped apart from Will, appalled at her uncle's unexpected presence. His brown eyes focused on the disheveled looking man that had previously had his claws on her, kissing her as if wanting to devour her.

His brow knitted together in a disapproving frown.

Will looked down, embarrassed, desperately  wanting to cover his face in embarrassment.

Wishing the ground would swallow him up, erasing him from the world.

Who was he anyway? He certainly wasn't her father, too young.

Will decided to introduce himself.

He smiled, extending his hand to Adrian. "Hello, sir. I am William-" 

Adrian scoffed at him, the nerve of him! "Someone I certainly do not want to know. Come, Alma. You have some serious explaining to do." Taking her hand, he dragged Alma inside the hospital. Leaving Will alone, his hand still extended.

Will let his hand fall to his side and looked away. Not knowing what to do or say, he decided to remain quiet and followed suit.

His hands in his jeans pockets, his gaze focused downwards, looking at Alma's heels as his guide.