Detain the Beast

Chapter Eight

There's an ache in my belly, tearing and scratching without relent. Augustus supposedly didn't trust many- anyone, in fact. But he talked to me and he played with my hair and he told me his escape plans and he liked to be near me at all times.

"What are you going to do after you escape?" I speak quietly, picking at my chapped lips. I really need some lip balm.

Augustus looks up at me from his book- his attention was always there but sometimes he'd grace me with a glance. "Home."

"Where is home for you?" I ask, intrigued.

"I can't tell you, Peaches."

"That nickname isn't catching on."

"What if I... show you?" He seems nervous and it takes me a second to realise he's talking about his home. 

I nod my head and crawl towards him. For some reason, the urge to touch him becomes too unbearable to resist. My bum is next to his, and I can hear his breathing stop. 

Without another thought, I throw one leg across his torso and straddle him. His hands latch onto my waist and I shiver under his gaze.

"What are you doing?" He asks carefully.

"I want to touch you." It slips from my mouth and I almost don't hear, but Augustus moans.

I cup his chin, brows furrowed, examining the perfect cut of his jaw with my thumb. He pulls me closer by my hips but his face stays cold stone still. I continue my finger's journey, tracing his bottom lip and biting my own. How can someone be so... perfected, so unbelievable?

"Kiss me." He breathes and I stop. Kiss him? He wants me to kiss him?

Kiss him and then betray him.

I lean towards his plump lips, so so so tempted. But instead, I ask him a question.

"Why?"

His eyes, a second ago glazed with undeniable lust, clear slightly. "Why?" He repeats, confused.

"Yeah."

"I don't know why."

I blew a breath.

"I'm going to go back to bed," I mutter, lifting myself off of his warm body. 

He doesn't look at me, rolling over to his side. Perhaps embarrassed. 

"I'm just not sure you even like me." I think I just need confirmation.

He turns back towards me, frowning.

"Why?"

The tables have turned, it seems. He continues without a reply. 

"I could've of escaped as soon as you told me about the guards. I know everything I need to know for a successful escape and that was a month ago. But I don't know, after we escape, when I will see you again; if I will see you again and I don't like that. You'll want to see your family and I can't be in public ever again. Every day that I spend in this cell with you, seems more like a luxury than prison. My every waking thought used to be about escape and now it's on your smile or your hair or the spread of freckles on your nose. I don't particularly want to escape anymore, Belle. So yes, to your question. I do like you."

I don't have words nor do I have any feeling left in my body.

"I don't have freckles on my nose, do I?" Is all I can manage and he likes this because his lips curve upwards ever so slightly.

"Twenty-two of them." He whispers and I cover my nose.

"You counted?" I gasp, but a giggle slips from my lips. He observes everything.

"Of course."

I walk in front of him, so our chests are very close and I slip my hand into his before resting it on my cheek. 

His eyes close, almost like he's in pain- but I know better. He places the tip of his nose where my neck and collarbone meet and rubs softly. His lips replace his nose and I gasp at the sensation.

Trailing a gentle but hungry line of kisses to my jaw bone, he leans away and takes my chin into his hand.

"I very much want to kiss you, Belle. But if I do, I know I won't be able to stop until I'm inside you. So I won't- not today."

And then he leaves one more kiss on my neck before picking up his book and slipping into his bed.

And I proceed to melt into the floor.

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