I grind against him, my body begging for more friction as his teeth pull at my lower lip, breaking the kiss for just a moment before reconnecting.
He’s got my head spinning, everything around us disappears as I get lost in his touch, allowing myself to feel good for once, to do somethingIwant without thinking about anything else going on around me.
I want this, I wanthim.
He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, “you taste like fucking candy” he rasps.
I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so wide.
“Could you guys like,notfuck one another while we’re sitting right here” Steph laughs, “I love you both, but I don’t want to watch you get it on right now.”
I pull myself off of him, hiding my face as my cheeks glow red with embarrassment. The world around us starts to come back into focus and I realize just how many people are around. “Sorry” I mumble.
“Do you wanna go upstairs? Somewhere quiet where we can be alone to talk?” Lucas whispers to me, brushing the hair out of my face.
Do you wanna go upstairs.
Do you wanna go upstairs.
Do you wanna go upstairs.
Nathans twisted grin flashes in my head, the way he was so calm when he asked me the very same thing, the way he made me feel this false sense of security with him. The way his whole personality changed the moment that door closed behind us.
He became a monster.
“Claire?” Lucas asks, worry pouring out of him. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to push, there’s no pressure or anything.”
No pressure.
No pressure.
No pressure.
He said that too. He said that right before he climbed on top of me and took something that wasn’t his.
I scramble out of Lucas’s hold, breathing heavy as I pull my hair in between my fingers. My stomach twists and panic rushes through my veins.
No, no, no, no.
I pace around in front of my friends, trying to catch my breath. The noise around me fades, the lights become fuzzy, my vision clouds as I try to stop the tidal wave of panic taking over.
“She’s having a panic attack, help me get her outside” I hear Steph say, her voice distant and muffled.
“No, I got it” Lucas barks. His warm hands pick me up and hold me tight, keeping me safe.
But I’m not safe.
Hands. Touching me. All over my body.
I scream and kick and cry, begging for him to let me go and stop touching me.
Fuck, it burns.
He looks down at me with worried eyes, “I’m sorry pretty girl, I just need to get you outside.”
When we finally make it to the porch he drops me like I’m on fire and I scramble away from him. I clutch at my shirt and suck in oxygen, trying to sort out my brain before it becomes the death of me.
Lucas is safe. He wouldn’t hurt me like that. He’s safe.
