Of Another Kind

Of Another Kind

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Aug 30, 2016
"I'm so sorry Shortcake," his embrace is so tight I can feel my pieces being pulled back together. His chin is pressed onto my collarbone while his lips lightly brush against my neck with every word spoken. "Just, don't pull your walls up again." I chuckle quietly, feeling my tears forming two rivers under my eyes, "Colton, you could break my heart into tiny little pieces, and I'd still pick them and put them back into your hands." Closing my eyes I push myself further into his arms, hoping for things to go back to the way they were. Where a stubborn and dangerous looking 17 year old girl- who has been taken advantage of her whole life- meets her foster brother's best friend and finds a way to cope. Where a troublemaker accused of a crime he didn't commit finds his best friend's little sister worthy of toying with. Where the game is fun until one gets caught in flames. ------ *contains smut, swearing, abuse, and other stuff some people may not like* READ TO UR OWN RISK MUAAHHAHAH
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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