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Fifteen: don't walk away

Isabella's POV

I stood with my feet glued on the floor of his apartment while he was staring at me with his thundercloud colored eyes, never breaking eye contact, not even for a second. My only escape, the door leading out of this apartment, halfway open in my back. Either I flee or I stop running away from my problems. Well, problem.

Even though my mind was raging with spiteful thoughts about him and Olivia, my mind seemed to have other plans as they took in the view. In front of me a gorgeous man in nothing but sweatpants with his hands tucked in his pockets, the tattoo on his forearm on full display. I would be blind if I hadn't noticed the V that rose up from his sweats. Lukas was fit and I'm sure he knew it. I shook my head trying to shake some sense into my senses.

"I'm done listening to your crap!" I said, trying not to scream and almost failing to do so. The expression on his face dropped while he cocked his head back, swallowing and closing his eyes at the same time. After the words left my mouth a little bit too confident, I tried making my way to the door, picking an attempt to escape over another waisted argument with him.

"Don't walk away from me." He said softly while pushing the door shut before I could flee away from his presence. He stood behind me while I was facing the closed door, his hand resting on the painted wood, caging me on one side. I wasn't ready to turn around, yet. I needed a minute to think, another minute to compose myself and a whole year to be able to face him. Lukas wasn't going to wait that long; I knew that when his fingers touched the back of my spine, sending an uncontrollable shiver through my entire body.

His fingers lingered for a second before running them up, following the curve of every single bone which forced me to take a sharp breath. I wanted to think about something else, anything else to distract myself but those attempts were in vain as the only thing I could concentrate on was the sensation, caused by his soft touch. When the path of destruction he trailed over my spine reached my neck I couldn't do anything else but to roll my head back with pleasure giving in to his hand that was by now cupping the back of my head. I closed my eyes to completely feel whatever it was he made me feel.

His hand gently guided me to turn around and face him, something I was reluctant to do a minute ago but dying for at this very moment. With both his hands cupping my face he tilted my head to meet his eyes, his beautiful eyes. My lips parted to say I had to leave and that this wasn't a good idea, but my body protested cutting my vocal cords and trapping the words in my throat, condemned to stay down there forever.

He took a step forward and I followed his movement until I felt my back hitting something. My mind was too much in a daze to be bothered by what it was, but I figured it was the door, nothing deadly. What was life-threatening was the speed of my heartbeat pounding out of my chest. While seconds went by his eyes kept exploring my face like a map, trying to get to know every inch or imperfection. His eyes, as cloudy as they were, looked soft and wanting and it felt like I was all he could see, like all he had ever seen. While our eyes kept busy studying each other's souls his fingers reached up finding their way through my hair. the softness of his touch making me melt in front of him, leaning into his touch.

There was still space between our bodies, and I couldn't bare this torture anymore. I put myself out of my misery and closed the painful space as my fingers gripped onto the side of his warm body pulling him completely against me. My sudden action surprised him, making him grin, lighting up his eyes with a sense of happiness I hadn't seen him wear before. The astound expression on his face encouraged my hands to rise up, trailing my fingers over the hot skin of his back pulling him even closer into me.