Chapter 23 : Explosion.

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HUNTER'S POV.....

I wrap my knuckles tightly around the steering wheel. I don't understand! Why does she do this ? Why does she keep pushing me away. I saw the way she opened up to me today. She was being different; unlike the usual Emma today I felt like there was a bubble of indifference around her. Like for the first time she let herself have fun without caring about whatever always makes her such a bitch.

I'd pay my life to know what is always bothering her so much. I look over at her.

She has her arm propped up on the window with her chin on top of it. Her eyes are closed and she looks so peaceful. The wind pushes a strand of her hair onto her face. I clench my fists tighter around the wheel that my knuckles turn white. I really want to push that strand back but she'll probably cut my arm off.

You know what? Fuck it! I'll not always be scared of her reaction to my very harmless actions. She knows that I'm attracted to her. And I fucking know she has it for me. I don't like her personality very much since I haven't really seen much of it. But Hell if I'm not physically attracted to her. She drives me crazy.

I push the strand of hair and tuck it behind her ear smiling. I'm trying to savor this moment before she lashes out and kills me.

She doesn't though. Instead she remains motionless that I start to think she's actually sleeping.

That's until I see a faint blush creeping up her neck and ears. I grin.

I made Emma Brown blush.

I turn my head to the road; my mind filled woth thoughts of her on the beach. Why didn't she want to take her clothes off? I dont peg Emma as the type of girl who would be either shy or ashamed of her body. With the way she's always flexing her ass I would never believe she's shy. Or ashamed. Or even insecure. If anything the bitch is obsessed with her ass. 

Then it dawns on me.

The scar.

Holy fuck!

She never wears any crop tops and I have never saw her in a bikini. As a matter of fact, she doesn't wear short sleeved shirts like ever. Even when it's boiling, she still wears hoodies or long sleeved t-shirts.

Does she have other scars? On her arms? I look over at her. She's still motionless, her body covered with my hoodie. I wish I can take it off of her and look for those scars. I crack my neck.

Who the fuck hurt her ? Was it her dad ? I never hear her talk about parents or any family for that matter. Is she an orphan? Perhaps she went to an orphanage and they abused and bullied her there ? Maybe that's why she's so tough.

I turn to her for the umpteenth time, she doesn't look tough though. With all her features relaxed and her regular breathing I can conclude she's fast asleep. Her features are so soft. Like god was being extra careful while he made her. Her thick lashes drive me mad, when she's being sassy and starts batting them at me. She makes all my thoughts go south. Her nose is so adorable, like a little button. It's small and a little upturned-in a cute way though-then her lips.

Damn.

Her lips are so soft I can only imagine how kissing them will be like. I can still remember the day she made out with my neck before she bit me. My skin feels so hot just thinking about it. She's a seductress. She seduces me and makes me want her more than oxygen then she leaves me stranded.

The way she flicked her tongue on my skin though. My skin burns and I start sweating. I look down and of course there is a bulge in my pants. dammit Emma!

Such a mysterious girl. Always being extra careful with the information she lets out. Omitting every personal detail from every breathing being. I would bet a million dollars that even her bestfriend Jackie doesn't know stuff about her. She's that type of a person.

And I like it.

Emma Brown. I will play your game, because for some unknown godly reason you intrigue me and you lure me in with your badass attitude and I can't stay away. So that's that.

Either you ruin my life. Or I ruin yours.

Because you can't mix fire with gas and not expect an explosion.

And an explosion it'll be....

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Here's a little filler on how Hunter sees Emma. I hope you like it.

Sorry it's a short one. I'm on vacation but I felt really inspired to write.

Bisos.

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