itsnotmallee
'Abby,' Raphael cooed as he held my hand in his, forcing me to look up. 'Do you trust me?'
I gritted my teeth as I stared at his platinum white hair and spat out a fat 'No'.
'Well.' He yanked me behind the lorry and crept up so his lips were grazing my ears, and whispered, 'you don't have a choice. We're the last ones left.'
'Of what?' My breath hitched as I tried to keep my heartbeat steady.
'You wouldn't want to know,'
With that answer, he smashed his lips to mine.
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