“What game?” I whisper, my heart rate skyrocketing, but my body is instantly attracted to him, an invisible tie pulling me to him.
His hand reaches out, and my muscles lock as he tucks a piece of stray hair behind my ear, before trailing his knuckles down my cheek, all the way until he’s holding my neck.
He slides his thumb back and forth, right across the path of my pulse, which is skittering beneath his touch and roaring in my ears.
Tightening his grip, he whispers, “The one where you keep pretending you aren’t fucking mine.”
And then, our lips collide.
His kiss devours me, and I’m too stunned to even question if this is real. His tongue wickedly and expertly strokes against mine.
My hand runs up his solid chest, and I wish there wasn’t a barrier between my touch, wanting to feel if his skin is on fire the same as mine, wanting to feel if this is my reality.
I pull away first, the both of us breathing harshly as we stare at each other.
“You like me?”
My words come out through breathless pants, along with a touch of nerves, my eyes searching for an answer before his mouth can provide it.
That soul-snatching smirk lines his face. “I’ve waited five years for this moment, Indie darling.”
Five years.
My eyes flutter shut at the names harmoniously mixing together.
Am I dreaming?
Did I fall on the way here and bump my head?
This can’t be real.
“Why did you wait?” I ask. I could have saved myself years of agonising torture if I knew he felt the same.
His hand wraps around mine, and he tugs me into his lap so I’m straddling him. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, despite the tremble in my limbs.
“Because I convinced myself that I didn’t deserve something quite as innocent and breathtaking as you.”
I can sense a heart attack on the horizon if he keeps talking like this, and I must be mentally unstable, but I don’t want him to stop.
“And now?”
Large hands glide up my bare thighs, leaving sparks of electricity in their wake.
“Now, I realise I’m a selfish bastard, and I’m going to take you anyway.”
7
Indie
Zombie - YUNGBLUD
Present day
Myeyessqueezeshut,my pulse drumming to a dangerous beat before I open them to stare aimlessly at the TV, each blink battling to force the memory away.
I either dream of that moment in my sleep, or I’m blinded with it as a flashback.
In all honesty, I relive them all, the good and the bad.
