knew it was genetics at play because Ron was a huge guy.
“I have stopped and thought about it,” he told me calmly, coming even closer now. “I realized that I would rather be scared shitless out there on the streets and be in control of my life than to be stuck here inside a prison under the illusion of safety.”
He stopped in front of me, his body barely touching mine. I didn’t respond for a moment. I shut my eyes and looked away from him. I didn’t want to be under his affect again. Christ, he always made me drunk on him when he got close to me like this, and I know even then he was doing it on purpose to get his way. By fucking with my body I would forget about the logic my brain was spewing.
“Then go and do it on your own,” I muttered out weakly. “I’m not going anywhere, though.”
He exhaled and shuffled even closer. He smelled of earth, and I noticed a sheet of dirt on his body, as if he’d rolled around the ground for bit.
Goddamn him and his superpowers.
My heart started thumping harder, especially when his hand touched my face. He pulled aside my hair and took my chin in his grip. He forced it up to him, and in the dark I could see the fire in his eyes. That mask he wore was down, and he was looking at me lovingly. Like he cared for me, and I wanted to believe it so badly.
“Be with me,” he whispered desperately, bringing his face down to mine. “Ignore everything your head is telling you. Be with me, Leah, and let me take you away from this place. Away from Russell and the sick men he has around. He’s going to destroy you if you stay, and I’m going to make everything better if you come. Be with me .”
He drew me in with those words. He stroked an already burning fire inside of me, making me heated and intent on his every word. I was lost in him like the fool that I was. He was pleading for me to be with him and, fuck, I wanted to be with him since I was ten years old.
“Carter,” I whispered indecisively. “I don’t know –”
He cut me off with a kiss. His whole body pressed against the length of mine. He took my mouth into his like it was everything to him. My hands immediately gripped his jacket and I kissed him back. Dear God, I burned for this guy. I opened every part of myself up to him. I surrendered my soul and I let him take every inch of it.
The blanket fell to the ground and I would have been chilled to the bone if he hadn’t been covering me the way he was. One of his hands was in my hair, tilting me up as he kissed me even deeper. The other hand was somewhere against my back. Honestly, I wasn’t really paying attention to it or to anything else but the feel of our mouths locked together. This was better than my first kiss with him. This one was all tongue and passion, and I needed it like my next breath.
He pulled away abruptly, his forehead rested against my own. His eyes were shut and he was breathing just as heavily as me.
“Come with me,” he urged. “We’ll get out of this together.”
Completely high off his kiss, I stared at his lips and felt myself nod. “Okay.”
He tore away from me instantly. Grabbing my hand, he led me to the window. He picked up the hoodie he’d given me a while back from off the floor and threw it over my head. I hastily slipped my arms into the sleeves.
“Put your boots on,” he demanded.
I grabbed them from under my bed and sat down to pull them on. He had already flung my backpack over his shoulder and I suddenly wondered where all the rest of his clothes were. Had he even packed? What was the damn plan? Was I being an idiot doing this?
My gaze fell despairingly on my bookshelf. Would I have time to grab a few paperbacks? I didn’t know what I’d grab under such pressure.
“Fuck the books,” I heard him say. “I’ll replace them for you, Leah. I promise.”
I nodded once more and started to tie the strings on my boots. “Do you need to grab some of your things?”
“I’ve got my backpack just outside
“I have stopped and thought about it,” he told me calmly, coming even closer now. “I realized that I would rather be scared shitless out there on the streets and be in control of my life than to be stuck here inside a prison under the illusion of safety.”
He stopped in front of me, his body barely touching mine. I didn’t respond for a moment. I shut my eyes and looked away from him. I didn’t want to be under his affect again. Christ, he always made me drunk on him when he got close to me like this, and I know even then he was doing it on purpose to get his way. By fucking with my body I would forget about the logic my brain was spewing.
“Then go and do it on your own,” I muttered out weakly. “I’m not going anywhere, though.”
He exhaled and shuffled even closer. He smelled of earth, and I noticed a sheet of dirt on his body, as if he’d rolled around the ground for bit.
Goddamn him and his superpowers.
My heart started thumping harder, especially when his hand touched my face. He pulled aside my hair and took my chin in his grip. He forced it up to him, and in the dark I could see the fire in his eyes. That mask he wore was down, and he was looking at me lovingly. Like he cared for me, and I wanted to believe it so badly.
“Be with me,” he whispered desperately, bringing his face down to mine. “Ignore everything your head is telling you. Be with me, Leah, and let me take you away from this place. Away from Russell and the sick men he has around. He’s going to destroy you if you stay, and I’m going to make everything better if you come. Be with me .”
He drew me in with those words. He stroked an already burning fire inside of me, making me heated and intent on his every word. I was lost in him like the fool that I was. He was pleading for me to be with him and, fuck, I wanted to be with him since I was ten years old.
“Carter,” I whispered indecisively. “I don’t know –”
He cut me off with a kiss. His whole body pressed against the length of mine. He took my mouth into his like it was everything to him. My hands immediately gripped his jacket and I kissed him back. Dear God, I burned for this guy. I opened every part of myself up to him. I surrendered my soul and I let him take every inch of it.
The blanket fell to the ground and I would have been chilled to the bone if he hadn’t been covering me the way he was. One of his hands was in my hair, tilting me up as he kissed me even deeper. The other hand was somewhere against my back. Honestly, I wasn’t really paying attention to it or to anything else but the feel of our mouths locked together. This was better than my first kiss with him. This one was all tongue and passion, and I needed it like my next breath.
He pulled away abruptly, his forehead rested against my own. His eyes were shut and he was breathing just as heavily as me.
“Come with me,” he urged. “We’ll get out of this together.”
Completely high off his kiss, I stared at his lips and felt myself nod. “Okay.”
He tore away from me instantly. Grabbing my hand, he led me to the window. He picked up the hoodie he’d given me a while back from off the floor and threw it over my head. I hastily slipped my arms into the sleeves.
“Put your boots on,” he demanded.
I grabbed them from under my bed and sat down to pull them on. He had already flung my backpack over his shoulder and I suddenly wondered where all the rest of his clothes were. Had he even packed? What was the damn plan? Was I being an idiot doing this?
My gaze fell despairingly on my bookshelf. Would I have time to grab a few paperbacks? I didn’t know what I’d grab under such pressure.
“Fuck the books,” I heard him say. “I’ll replace them for you, Leah. I promise.”
I nodded once more and started to tie the strings on my boots. “Do you need to grab some of your things?”
“I’ve got my backpack just outside
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