Keia's POV
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Okay, that warning from early applies in this chapter. Maturo Contento. Or whatever. I just felt like saying that. Mature content, read at own risk.
Also, out of the many things I have learnt to do, and am good at when it comes to writing, 'scenes' (You know what I mean) aren't something I'm well practiced in writing. Heck, this is the first time I've ever written one.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to my awesome friend who was kind enough to write this scene for me because I'm super lame at this kind of thing.
Dedication: @lilycomb
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"I'mma go sleep on the couch," I say. He gets up and walks over to me with a look that shows he's trying to gain dominance.
He, I didn't expect this, walked around me and blocks the stairs with his tall handsome frame.
Stop drooling, idiot.
He smirks and crosses his arms, catching me stare. I straighten and come to my defence.
"Could you put a shirt on, Jesse." He raises both his eyebrows at the mention of the middle name he was embarrassed of. Then after a moment weakness, he gains his ego back.
"Why? Is there a problem?" He smirks wider.
I glance down at his abbs in a second and then stare him back in the eye.
"If I have to another minute in the same bed with you like this, I'm gonna lose whatever innocence I have left," I said directly.
He burst into laughter. Literally leaning over, losing all sense of gravity, nearly falling forward. I just stood there getting irritated. I pushed behind him and was about to go down the steps when a cold metal hand grabbed my wrist tightly. I shuddered and met his apologetic eyes.
He let go after pulling me closer to him. His smile was broad and so boyish, like he was a pranking little kid again, not a mature near eighteen year old.
"Look, I'm such a bother, I'll sleep on the couch."
"No way. You're my guest, I can't have you sleeping on a couch. Besides, Mr Shark, I have a very comfortable couch. You can stay here," I turned again, determined to retreat to my couch before I give in the temptation that is Cyrus Templeton.
Yet again, he grabbed my arm but with his real hand. His touch sent fiery electric charges through my nerves.
Great, now you're craving his touch. What next? Are you to ask him to move in with you?
I looked from his hand to his face working my way up. He looked pleased with how he was making me feel. I blushed and looked away.
He let me go and sighed dramatically.
"Fine. I put on a shirt," he reached for his blood stained one that was on the floor. As he pulled it over his head, I walked back to my bed and plopped face down on it.
"And keep it on. I love my bed."
I felt him lie down beside me and lift the hair that was covering my eyes. His face read happiness.
"You know you can talk to me about anything," he started. I could tell he was. starting something I would most certainly not like to talk about.
"I know that," I replied and smiled back.
" So why didn't you want to ever tell me about what happened when you were kidnapped? " his mouth turned into a straight line.
I lift my head rested it under his chin, I listened to his heart beat.
"I was scared you would think I'm some fragile little egg. I don't want people to think of me any lowly than they already do. In a way, the way I lived was stable," I sighed. " Everyone was who they wanted to be. I wanted to be unnoticed and I achieved that, well until I got hit in the face with a football. "
I felt him smile.
He put one arm over my waist and ran his other hand through my hair.
"You know, you're the first person to ever see my scars. Even Michael hasn't seen them before. And Dad doesn't look, he just does," I felt his clench and release just as fast. " I really trust you, Keia. "
"I trust you too, but I saw the way you look at me, and I guess I didn't want that to change."
"It won't."
He held me tighter and his hand trailed down to my thigh. I shuddered again, remembering how the mysterious man did the same thing when he pinned me down, only then, he pinched me at the end. I felt Cyrus stop immediately and remove his hand.
"It's okay." I said.
" Are you sure? "
As an answer, I smashed my lips against his in a hungry kiss.
(To be continued by one of my kind friends who can write this for me because I'm not that kind of girl.)
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