"I don't think you should run away from me." His hand traced the small of my waist, slowly lulling me closer to his body. I looked up at him with scared eyes. "W-What...?" My throat grew dry. "I'm only trying to help you, Lia... Please, just let me in." His whispers were hot against my neck, the burning of his lips trailing delicate kisses down to my collarbone and back up. At that moment, I let everything fall into place. --- Lia is the good girl. Blake is the new transfer boy. Lia's life was going great until he showed up, and everything began crashing down one thing at a time.