❝ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏,
𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒐𝒉, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅,
𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚,
𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒎 ❞
𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕$
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T H E A
"Stalking me now?" I ask mockingly as I step back again.
The soft click of the lock being turned behind him steals my attention and my eyes flick down to the handle, realising he's locked us in.
"Aren't you supposed to be.. what was it again? Staying away from me?"
His jaw clenches as he rests his head against the door. "I can't do it Thea. I can't fucking stay away from you," he says breathlessly.
"Why?" I press, wanting to get a reasonable explanation for once in my life.
His forest green eyes narrow at my question, as though I should already know the answer. "Is that a serious question?" He mutters, his gaze dropping down to my dress, then my legs, before slowly working it's way back up to my face again. "Have you even seen yourself?" He asks, his voice now deep and husky, as though he's straining while he's trying to speak.
"Rio, are you drunk?" I scoff, almost certain that he's taken something.
Shaking his head, he takes a step towards me. "I haven't touched a drink since the night you came to me at Jacey's."
"Really?" I ask in surprise and he nods, rolling his lips together. "And you decided to follow me into the bathroom because..?"
"Because I can't keep listening to you telling me everything I know is true, but I don't want to hear." He replies. "I really am doing this to keep you safe Thea, that's the truth."
Rolling my eyes, I glance away from him and my eyes connect with my reflection in the full length mirror. My gaze slowly flicking towards Rio's and I find myself gulping, realising how much taller he actually is compared to me.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he says and I instantly look back at him, snapping out of the mini trance that I seem to have gone into.
He takes another few steps towards me until we're standing face to face. Well, my face to his chest. "Please, stop me." He whispers but my mouth remains closed, not attempting to stop him at all. "Thea," he pleads, his breathing noticeably becoming heavier.
Without warning, he places his hands on my waist and effortlessly lifts me up onto the counter. I let out a quiet gasp from the action and realise his hands are still glued to my hips.
"Per favore, per favore, per favore," he whispers as though he's fighting a battle deep within himself.
[translation: please, please, please]
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Wait For Me
RomanceThea has grown up her entire life, wishing time would wait for her. Every day seems to pass quicker than the last, every hour faster than the one before. She feels as though her life is simply flashing before her eyes. With her teenage years slowly...
