Different

Prologue

November 

His breath heats my skin and I feel every hair rise as he pants, almost growling, "Are you sure?"

My heart and my head are battling and the last few days of confusion over this 'situation' pass through my mind in a blur but I push them aside. None of them seem important with the pressing urge building inside of me. I need him. Now.

"Fuck, Josephine don't you tease me now" he warns, the intimidating green of his eyes piercing me deeply. "I've gave you a long enough time to think about it. I need an answer. Now. You can't fucking regret it this time"

I hadn't even realised that my hips had started to rock forward onto him.

I realise in this moment that Hero is no longer the timid unsure boy I met in July and the boyish charm I began to see in September has now been overpowered by his desire. He's a man now. He knows what he wants now and to my surprise, after everything I put him through the last few months, what he wants just so happens to be me.

'Yes, yessss FUCK yes I want it, I want it", my breathing hitches as he snakes his arm around mine and lifts me effortlessly onto the counter the second he hears me utter the words. Our bodies are pressed firmly together and I feel my skirt moving up my thighs and his rough fingers trailing gently over me. He looks down, almost mesmerized by the way his fingers explore my skin. A soft gasp escapes my lips and his head snaps up at me. His eyes hold an intensity that I almost find intimidating, but then a glint his eye reminds me of the time we spent together just 3 days ago and I know I'm too far gone for this man to even consider going back now. My legs wrap quickly around his lean body and pull him closer, quickly, urgently and kiss him. My hands travel from his hair to his back around his shoulders and finally pause their frantic roaming giving a gentle squeeze of his biceps. "Fuck, this is killing me, get these off now." He demands lifting me and tugging at my underwear. I mentally pat myself on the back for wearing a dress this morning. I roll my head back in euphoric glee as I feel him push himself into me, claiming me for the second time since we met....

This time is different.

I am different.

Hero is different.

We are different.

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Authors Note - Please let me know what you think! I have a whole lot of ideas for this story, and would love any feedback. 

What do you think happened between July and November?

Kate :)