Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Nine - Part Three

Part Nine - Part Three

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My heart pounds inside my chest.

We remain silent, not daring to make a sound. The television flickers on, distant voices filtering through. Cupboards are opened and searched through.

I lean my head against Scott's chest, exhaling deeply. It's typical that we're in this mess. Why does no one ever listen to me? I could be a fortune-teller, for all it matters. I'm starting to question my own existence.

The person on the other side of the door—likely male—could be a threat, and that scares me. Living out here in the middle of nowhere, anything could happen.

"This is all your fault," I mutter, pressing my index finger against Scott's forehead. His scent lingers, dizzying me. "If you had just listened to me, we wouldn't be stuck together like this."

He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating beneath my cheek. I look up to see him smirking. Is he finding humor in our situation now? He's impossible. Before I can protest again, he interrupts.

"Don't make me laugh," he whispers, looking down at me. "I don't want us getting caught because of you."

My mouth hangs open in disbelief. Did he really just say that? I raise my hand to slap him, but he catches it before I can strike.

"No, my squirrel," he teases, wagging his finger in front of my face. "Violence isn't the answer. I might have to spank you for being so aggressive."

I furrow my eyebrows. "That would make you violent too, you idiot," I whisper, poking his chest.

Scott lifts his hand from my waist to brush my hair away from my face. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, raising goosebumps on my skin.

"Stop blaming me for everything," he hisses, his expression serious. "We're in this together, whether you like it or not."

I stare into his piercing brown eyes, suddenly torn between annoyance and an inexplicable closeness to him. Part of me wants to punch him—or better yet, bury him alive where no one would find him.

Even that twisted thought has a strange allure.

I sigh, resting my forehead against his chest. His breaths are uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I try to ignore it.

"I hate you," I mutter, my voice lacking venom. "I really do."

There's no malice behind my words, but he doesn't need to know that. If only he knew how much he unsettles me. Despite everything, part of me craves this strange connection to him.

"You hate me, huh?" he repeats, biting his cheek. He looks down at me, his gaze intense.

I swear I see desire flicker in his brown eyes, his smirk becoming more pronounced. "Do you like it when I do this?" he asks huskily, grabbing a handful of my hair.

An embarrassing moan escapes my lips as he tilts my head to the side, his lips brushing my ear. He catches me off guard.

"I can't control how I feel about you," he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. I shudder as his hand slides around my waist.