[COMPLETED] Mila Wilson is quiet, anxious and a little bit of a mess. When she finally starts college despite her mental health issues, she meets the dark, mysterious, yet intriguing Jace Evans, who is covered in tattoos and the most beautiful boy s...
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Jace's P.O.V.
Mila Wilson. What did that girl do to me? In such a short amount of time she turned my whole world around. Jace Evans doesn't date, and yet here I am.
I look to my right, to see her staring out the window. She's beautiful, naturally beautiful. She's not wearing any make up, and she doesn't need it anyway. My eyes are back on the road quickly, to keep the both of us safe.
When I met her, I told her that she won't be able to stay away from me, resist me. I've never told her that it was the other way around. She came into my life and made me want to feel more. I needed to know more about her, wanted to keep her safe from Derek and had to have her close to me all the time. Making sure she was okay after what happened, inviting her to the café the next morning and the party in the evening was a no brainer.
She's so innocent, yet she knows exactly what she wants. It took all the strength I had in me not to taker her home with me that first night. Well, I did take her home, but you know what I mean. She challenges me and I love that about her. She might not even be aware of it. That same night of the party she set me straight about not being like every other girl that just jumps into bed with me. I told her I didn't bring her upstairs to fuck her. I might have lied, just a little. If she wouldn't have told me off like that, if she would've been like every other girl, there would've been nothing stopping me.
I'm glad she did, because that night made me realize a lot of things. She told me I could stop wasting my time on her, but I knew right away that I wasn't going anywhere. When I look at her, I see the good in the world. She comes with her problems, but who doesn't? She's a fighter, that's how I see her.
Sometimes I feel like I'm even more messed up than she claims she is. I've had a rough past, I deal drugs, I have anger issues. The list goes on and on. Yet, she sticks with me.
Hurting her feelings was the worst thing I could've possibly done. I'm grateful that she gets me just the way I get her, that she understood why I did what I did. That doesn't excuse any of my actions, and I know that. I didn't know how to deal with having someone so close to me. But I want to learn, for her.
Never in my life have I ever waited that long to screw a girl. No, to have sex with a girl. Screwing doesn't do her justice. Waiting was worth every second. She's not just any other girl, I knew that from the beginning. There's something about her that makes me want to cherish and protect her forever. And I didn't lie to her, today was special to me.
The way she touched me, arched her back... I need to stop thinking about it, or I'm going to pull over to take her again, right here right now. I guess it's true what they say, sex is so much better when feelings are involved. Feelings. Never in my life did I think that's something I could have for a girl. But I can't get enough of her. And I need her in my life.
