The Red String of Kismet
Yuelhei2789
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Dara Ross McKay stood five feet flat, so always people have mistaken her as a child despite her being an adult at the age of twenty.
One fateful night changes everything when a stranger helps her out in a situation that she always cause herself.
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When she tried to move from him, he makes a sound like a growl. "Please, let me go."
"No, I miss you so much that I'm losing my mind just the thought that I will never see you again." he cupped her face with both hands and look straight in her eyes. "You don't know how it feels like that my body and mind are in different places, you occupy my thoughts all day. Instead of the paper I'm holding, all I remember is your soft skin under my touch." and he caresses her chin with so much care. "Instead of the drink in front of me, I'm hungry with different else." and he kisses her hungrily.
She stilled in shock and remain passive. Everything he said is every girl's dreams but she is confused what to believe in.
"Kiss me back, please." he pleads, lips inches away from her. His eyes show so much vulnerability in them.
The hurt in his voice wake her up and she just keeps her eyes on him. She doesn't want to go so deep that she knows what will happen when she kisses him back. She is so torn inside.
His jaw tighten. He will never let her go even if she insisted, holding her to him felt so right and his erratic beating heart had calm down when he hugs her. She calms him like no one else did and he is crazy if he ever let go someone as precious as she is.
"Please, let me go." she pleaded.
"No matter what you say...I will never let you go. You are mine, you belong to me and damn the seventh hell if I will let someone take you away from me even yourself." he said to her with his eyes as darkly as the night sky.
She shivered at the threat in his voice.