The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

King's back is to me as he gently places his brother in his backseat, allowing him to rest peaceful and comfortably.

He even goes as far as to taking off his dark jacket and covering the small body to keep him warm in this cold weather and I forcefully bite back my smile from the warm sight while he steps back and gently shuts the car door.

“I expect you to answer me when I ask you something, Sophia.” He says, turning around to face me. “What I don't expect is you pushing me away!” He quietly hisses.

I roll my eyes and shove at his dark chest. “Are you fucking bipolar or something?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

His hand tightly grips my wrist, keeping my hands pressed up against him and his glare intensified— it's successful in making me squirm and stay involuntary summited under his dark dangerous green eyes, they look like shaded sin.

“You can't fuck Brit—”

“What?”

“You can't fuck someone else and touch me like this, you piece of shit!” I unknowingly scream, catching eyes.

I hold his stare, unmoving and unbreaking, needing him to know that I'm not just some play thing he can push and pull whenever he wants to— although on the inside, deep within myself and pass all my anger and hurt, I want him to reassure me, somehow, I want him to shake me and wake me up, cooing me gently that is and will only ever be a bad dream— that nothing here is real, that all is good.

King pulls my body more into his, allowing his familiar warmth to engulf me and I snap my eyes away, looking around us to see if anyone is watching, no one is.

“I didn't fuck that bitch.” He sighs, looking stressed. “What did she say to you?” He questions, lifting my chin up.

His fingers feel comforting on my skin and I release a sigh. “She said that you have a big—” My cheeks go red and I stop myself, suddenly too shy to say it but he urges.

“A big, what?” He presses, lips lifting upwards now.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip and he catches the movement, slowly watching me chew on the soft skin with his dark eyes for a long moment before he meets my gaze again, his smirk widens further, making me feel things.

“C'mon then, out with it.” King teases, brushing his lips against mine and I gasp, staring up at him wide eyed.

“Dick.” I say much too loudly.

Someone gasps out loud in shock and my eyes widen further, my heart beat still increasing but for all the wrong reasons. “Sophia!” An old woman tuts and I blush.

Embarrassed.

I bury my head into his chest until I see her shadow fade.

I try moving my hands out of his grasp but it's hard with his strength. “You did that on purpose.” I scold.

He laughs, a loud belly rumble that brings a little smile to face at the sound. God, Is it safe to admit to myself that I have missed him and this, his playfulness because I have. I've missed this and everything else about him so much.

I feel like I'm dying, drowning, failing and every other horrible thing. I feel it all when his no longer here with me.

“So?” I mumble, looking downwards.