Pt.30

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Rue's POV

WE COME TO A stopping point, pulling up to the drive way. The garage opens, allowing us to park inside. The ride back wasn't so terrible, but it was very cold.

As I wrap my arms around Nadine, he whispers something under his breath, "Hold on tighter," before I could object, he gently grabs my arms and wraps them around his torso.

"Okay," I whisper, more to myself than him.

I feel light snow fall onto my head. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.
The icy substance makes it's way onto my tongue, but quickly melts.

I hear a chuckle come from Nadine as he stares at me. He send a quick smile before turning around and starting the engine.

The cold air blowing my hair back in the wind is what I need.

"Are you okay back there, Tesoro?"

"Yup," I say, letting a smile show as I say it, "just fine," I say sarcastically.

My hands shake as I unwrap them from around Nadine, "I could really use a hot shower right now," I laugh.

"Same." Nadine agrees.

I take my jacket off, but as I'm zipping it down, my necklace gets caught on the zipper, causing it to stop me from going any further.

"Oh," I say, Nadine turns around and looks at me confused. "My necklace got stuck." I state. He walks over so that he's now standing in front of me. He tries to tug at the zipper, seeing if it will get unhooked, "Oh- wait- Please don't break my necklace." I say in worry.

I guess I could tell the story of why this necklace is so important, but it doesn't seem needed.

"Why is there a 'P' on your necklace?" Nadine asks while still attempting not to break it.

I don't answer him at first, causing him to look up at me, waiting for an answer. My best friend had gotten me this necklace a while ago. I think it was for my 13th birthday, maybe 14th, I can't really remember.

Believe it or not, I hated when she got me this necklace. Only because people would ask what the 'P' stood for, and I hate what the 'P' stands for too, but I guess I could bend the rules just a little bit.

"It stands for Prudence," I say blankly. He looks up at me and raises an eyebrow.

My real name is Prudence, but I hated it when I was younger, because it was my aunts name. My dad named me after her, and let's just say I wasn't close we weren't close. So I forced everyone to call me 'Rue'.

You know, P-RU-D-E-NCE. I just replaced the 'D' with an 'E' and there you go, new nickname.

It's not that I hated the name, I just hated the reason it was my name. I don't care if you call me Prudence, just know, almost everyone just calls me Rue.

"Prudence?" He asks. I nod my head. I see his lips threading into a smile, but he covers it up. "I can't seem to get your necklace off, Prudence,"

I frown a bit. The person who gave me this necklace, was my best friend. Her name was Ruth. We had first became friends because, when we were in class, we had noticed how similar our names sounded and people would mix us up. So I allowed her to call me, and a few other people, Prudence. Just so people wouldn't call me Ruth, and her, Rue.

I guess Nadine senses my discomfort, because he soon starts telling me a few things about him. "I used to have two sisters." He says blankly.

"Used to?" I ask. I look up at him, he looks down at me, but looks away again.

"When I was 13, my two older sisters... they got in a really bad car crash." He says letting out a shaky breath, "We were being chased by the French Mafia. My father owed them money, and he didn't want to repay what he stole." I hear Nadine suck in a deep breath before exhaling, "They shot our tires and that's all I remember. I woke up to the sounds of my mother crying in the next room. I think I was too in shock to cry. I had never seen my mom or dad cry before, but that... when that happened... it changed something in them.

"They vowed to never have any more kids and to protect me with their life." He lets out a breath of relief, finishing his story.

"I- I am so sorry, Nadine-" I start.

"Here, turn around" He says cutting me off. Nadine turns my body so that my back is now pressed against his front.

I feel his cold fingers glide on the back of my neck. His fingers linger over my neck for a minute before I feel him grab the necklace. He unhooks it and it falls to my chest, the other side still stuck on my jacket.

I take my coat off and it drops to the floor. Nadine's hot breath against my skin makes me warm up. He doesn't move away. He doesn't leave. He just stays.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I begin fiddling with my fingers. I don't know what to do. I dont want to leave him here like this. I feel Nadine step closer. I feel his warmth against me, causing my body to swarm with butterfly's. His hand reaches down to my hands. He brings one of my hands up to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to it, before his other hand starts gliding up and down my arm, causing goosebumps to form.

"Nadine-"

"Shh," He whispers. I feel for him, I do. After everything he's been through, he chooses to ignore it. Maybe it's his way of coping. I wish I could tell him how sorry I am, even if I'm not at fault.

His hands trail against my neck as he slips his other hand at the opening of my shirt.

I feel his hands trace a series of patterns on my skin. Circle, heart, triangle, flower? Jeez, it's getting hot in here.

He mumbles a few things under his breath until I feel him dive down into my neck.

"Wait-" I moan.

"Do you want me to touch you?" He asks, "cause if not, I'll stop." He whispers against my skin.

"It's not that, I just don't think you shou-"

He comes back up and turns me around so that I'm facing him. He looks down at me, "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want your pity. All I want is you."

I'm lost for words. I feel my lips part before Nadine goes back down to my neck. I let out a small whimper as his lips press against me, his smirk against my neck as he continues leaving wet kisses.

What do I do? Just stand there like an idiot?

Make him stop and make him tell me more about him?

Yell at him for kissing me without my consent?

NO! I can do that, especially since I like it.

Just a little bit.

He trails kisses and little pecks leading up to my lips.

I hesitantly kiss him back until he releases and looks at me with those... those blue eyes. He licks his lips, eying my body, head to toe, "Tesoro" He whispers.

Think about this.

Think about this.

Think about this.

Don't think about this.

Ok.

So without thinking. I press my lips against his.

9/16/2021 Today's my friends birthday or whatever 😒🤛

-brooke ♥️

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