Leading Her from the Darkness

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There is something about the way he is staring at me. I can't quite figure it out, but it is an expression that I have never seen him make before. Almost like that of pure heartbreak?

I am not sure why I even said that I didn't know if I wanted to break up with him or not, because no part of my soul wants that. My brain just feels like it's short circuiting, and it doesn't understand how to process any of this information. My gut twists at the thought of not having him in my life, and I have to swallow the growing lump in my throat.

Thankfully, he interjects, interrupting my internal deliberation before I end up thinking myself into a downward spiraling mess of a life.

"Breaking up is not an option for me, Austyn. I would rather you take some space from me to think about all of this, instead of you just ending everything we have worked so hard to build and overcome - like it means absolutely nothing. We have barely even begun, and I don't want to see it end. Not this way," he mumbles. His voice cracks towards the end as he tries to choke back his resurfacing emotions.

"I-I don't want to break up. I'm just so confused." I wipe away a stray tear and let out the breath I had been previously holding.

"What exactly are you confused about?" he asks, tilting his head. An involuntary laugh escapes from my throat and I gesture toward the hallway.

"I mean, look around us, Dawson. This relationship isn't normal. Our problems should revolve around our jealous antics and arguing about who gets to choose where we get to go for dinner. Not bloody men in your highly secured basement of horrors." I pause and point an accusing finger at him, "Which don't think you're going to get out of explaining to me later."

"Trust me. I won't forget," he chuckles lowly and shakes his head, shoving his fingers through his messy curls to push them off of his sweaty forehead, making a few strands stand up in the front. "But you make a valid point there. Ever since you jumped me in the street... our relationship has been a little," he pauses, pondering thoughtfully for a few seconds, "unorthodox. But I like that we aren't some strait-laced couple. That would just be boring if I'm being blunt."

"A little unorthodox?" I ask him sarcastically. My eyebrows raise in amusement. "You and your friends kidnap and kill criminals and I have two personalities. There's nothing little about that."

"But that's why I lo-... like you so much." He catches himself before saying the one word I'm most afraid of, then hesitantly continues on, "Life with you is always full of surprises. I never know what smartass thing will come out of your mouth next, and I like how you have absolutely no filter and that you just say whatever is on your mind. I like that you refuse to conform to the norms of the patriarchy and are authentically, unapologetically yourself. And... you have been through real shit in life. As much as I hate that you've had to experience any of it, I feel like I can relate and understand you more than if you had a picture-perfect past. I feel less like a complete and total, unfixable mess when I am with you."

I just stare at him for a moment in astonishment. Instead of saying anything, I move myself to where I'm sitting up on my knees and place my hands underneath the curve of his jawline, pulling him closer to me, crashing my lips to his. Our tear-stained faces heating up under the salacious hunger we undeniably have for one another. It's primal. Animalistic in its purest form.

His hands grab onto my hips and he lifts me, maneuvering my body to position each of my legs on either side of his now outstretched ones, to where I'm now straddling his lap. I moan softly against his mouth and he growls in response, nipping at my bottom lip before we both pull ourselves away.