Mine.
She’s fucking mine, and even though it’s only been a couple of days since I’ve seen her, I’ve missed her like crazy.
It’s the one and only reason I left Harley’s and decided to stay at my parent’s place for a couple of nights instead of heading back to campus this morning.
Usually, I do everything I can to avoid my childhood home, not needing to be there when my parents never are, it’s just a place that reminds me of… emptiness. It didn’t feel so bad this time around, though, walking into the empty shell of a house my parents call ‘home,’ her voice in my ear since she called me just as I was pulling up the driveway.
It’s almost as though she subconsciously knew that I needed her.
And if that isn’t proof that we’re meant to be together, then I don’t know what is.
I needed to be close to her.
See her, even if from a distance.
But that’s not necessary, since she’s unknowingly given me the green light to have her close to me by coming out here alone.
I step out from between the trees, approaching her on silent feet since I don’t want to alert her to my presence just yet. I’ve been going stir crazy these last couple of weeks not being able to hold her, touch her, kiss her like I want to, but it’s also beennice just being around her, making her smile and laugh and just generally seeing her happy.
Her real smiles have been rare this last year or so, as if she’s just putting on a face for the rest of the world and I’ve hated it.
But she hasn’t been like that with me these last few weeks.
She’s been free, and it’s been amazing seeing her be herself around me. These days, she doesn’t even show Cole how she’s really feeling, and he used to be the one she went to with everything.
Not that I want to replace Cole, because I don’t.
I’m glad she has him, but I want to be the one she goes to when she needs someone.
And lately, I have been.
She must be in a world of her own because she doesn’t even realize I’m here even though by now, I’m standing right behind her, close enough to touch her, smell her, wrap my arms around her and never let go.
And that’s exactly what I do.
My arm clamps around her shoulders and she lets out a shriek as I pull her back to my front. Her head whips around and her eyes widen as she realizes who it is.
My body relaxes as soon as her eyes meet mine, since nothing else matters when her attention is on me and me alone.
Has she missed me?
Is she terrified?
She starts to fight against me, but she should know by now that all it does is get my blood pumping.
“Hello, love,” I murmur against her ear. “I bet you didn’t expect to see me, did you? Did you think you were safe all of the way out here, so far away from home? Did you really think I wouldn’t follow you? I’d follow you to the depths of hell, Gracie.”
“Let me go,” she spits, still struggling against me and I chuckle.
“Now why would I do that when I’ve wanted nothing more than to hold you these last few weeks? I know you’ve been reading my texts, so you know exactly how I feel about you. It would have been nice to get a reply from you every now and then, but I know you’re scared, so I won’t hold that against you.”
She manages to spin around in my hold and break my arms free, her wild eyes glaring daggers at me as she attempts to shove me backwards.
“Fuck you.”
“I don’t know about fucking me, but you can try pegging me if you like?”
If possible, her eyes get even wider and she sputters, making me laugh but I cut it off abruptly, lunging for her and tackling her to the ground, making sure to keep my hand pressed to the back of her head and to not put too much of my weight on her so as to not hurt her.
