The Distance

Chapter 11:The true moment of passion

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Greg caught up to Ruby, he could see she was sweating up a storm, she was highly stressed out and now he felt bad for standing his ground like that.

"Hey, I'm sorry..."

"It doesnt matter, its find just...leave me alone"

"Please, you can tell me anything, you know that right?

My eyes started to water and I just told him to leave me alone already, I hate how he asks questions and cant get the hint that I dont wish to speak to him about my child-hood issues. What part does this genius not get? No is no.

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It's for the best to spare him my annoying problems, because I hate this guy, as I dont trust him in the slightest. Who does he think I am? A story book he can just get the answers out of later in my life? Hell no, I'm tougher than that, I dont look for someone's pity; I just want someone to listen. If only Chloe and Izzy were here, I'd tell em exactly how angry I had been feeling these last couple of months. But they are all safe back at home, while I sit here falling for a fool; who probably wants to use me for the worst intentions.

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I'm a strange individual to say the least. I was never afraid of bugs, animals, or any critters. My family had always questioned my differences. That is one of the main things that caused me a lot of pain because I was different.It wasnt a very content feeling. I was shaking angrily. I just wanted the pain from that day to erase from my memory loop that keeps replaying that awful scene. How can I not be afraid of animals that are severely dangerous, yet I feel disgust for humans more  than anything?

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I'm startled out of my thoughts by the time I see the bus arrive beeping its horn. If only I could say I dislike the disturbing sounds, as me and Greg hopped on, way into the back. I hated being in the front and I wish he sat far away from me, but his orders were he had to be close so I dont attempt anything that could make me a fugitive. Sometimes I feel like they overdo it with these things, but they must have reasons, because the mentally insane people are out there, and they sure as hell exist. Most intentions are meant to be harmful; and I guess authorities have learned over-time to be more wise and devious.

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I never understood anything, my life is just a big blank piece of paper after having the scene in my head happen while I was slumped on that stupid plane. Honestly, I somehow want it to occurr so badly at this point. Can he just grab me close to his body,and give me a long kiss and never stop until I want to tap out? yet he would keep going because he knows I love it. I find it so hard to get my body to cooperate when he stares at me in such a moving way I cant seem to understand. What is wrong with me? Why am I even in this position, I need to take it to a halt and decline the feelings I been hiding from him for so long.

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Why does he do this? I'm so close to budging and spilling all the beans into this man's soul. I couldn't help myself as I slowly noticed my hand unexpectedly having a mind of its own somehow. I was shocked and terrified as it touched his shoulder, the rumbling noises on the bus were soothing and calm. He looked at me with utter confusion, and we kept that stare glued unto each other for the longest time. A few minutes later I slowly started to explore upon his gorgeous uniform with my fingertips. As he looked at me with passion and I couldn't help but blush and feel an out-of-control beating heart.

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I couldn't understand who I was, and why I'm putting my hands on him and he doesnt seem to mind it.

"Ruby, what are you doing there?"

I didnt answer because I wanted him to figure out the answer to the question all on his own; He needs to understand I cant just give him the simple way all the time. Sometimes you have to figure things out yourself, in order to progress in your lifetime. He then realized exactly what I wanted. My hand sliding from his chest to his smooth, elegant face. As he gently planted his hands in mine, as our fingers intertwined. God this guy has nice hands, my weakness.

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I couldn't resist him as I surrendered to the gentle tickling touch of his fingers on my face. As he pulled me in and his lips gently tapped mine, I couldn't take it anymore; I just wanted his lips at this point, as I started to tremble with desire and wrapped my arms around his neck. I kept going non-stop, getting deeper and more passionate into the kiss. At this point I was extremely weak in my knees as he lifted me onto his lap this time, and whispered in my ear:

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes" I pleaded with a few tears in my eyes.

"Do you want me to do it again? I'd be happy to."

"Please.."

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He went in for a deeper kiss this time, and laid me down on the bus seat, while he gently felt my waists, as his hand slowly slid unto my back, and I let out a sigh.
"Hmmm.."

"Did you like that?"

I nodded in satisfaction as he kept going, until suddenly the bus stopped and I was a little dissapointed, because we had to stop this so we dont get yelled at or something.