We left campus an hour ago, we had once again lied to our principle about his Mother being sick and I was going for emotional support. Of course, lying about your family being sick is terrible but in what context can you casually mention that the Mafia is after you.
"My butt tingles."I slouch, attempting to find a more comfortable position in this terrible seat.
"I'm getting Deja Vu." Sorin chuckles slightly and locks his gaze with me for a little minute before shifting his sight to the road in the distance. I swallow the lump in my throat before putting my feet on the dashboard.
"Last time we weren't running away from the entire Mafia." I stick my tongue out at him, before he pushes my legs from the dashboard and my feet make a thud sound before hitting the car floor.
"I expected you to be freaking out a lot more than you are right now." He says ad I twist to the left and right till my back produces a nice *pop* noise.
"Stop that." He instructs, and I roll my eyes before slouching back into the seat.
"I am currently freaking out, but I'll let it out later tonight." I lean over to adjust the volume of the radio.
"Sex?"
"Sorin!" I shout slapping his arm, causing him to swerve his car to the side of the highway. My hearts beating out of my rib cage, as I adjust myself to look at Sorin.
"The fuck was that!" I scream, pinching his elbow. His eyebrows furrow as his capturing eyes look directly into mine, I feel my breath hitch and I'm the first to look away.
"Don't slap me whilst driving, that shit hurt my feelings." He grins, placing his palms on his hips.
"You need humbling, your ego is too large." I raise my eyebrows at him once more. His eyes are gorgeous. Their like the ocean people are petrified to go within, but somewhere deep within there's something beautiful. He clutches his heart through his t-shirt.
"You still hurt my feelings." He pretends to wipe away a single tear from his left eye.
His beautiful eyes.
"Nita." I jump from his hand which is suddenly in front of my eyes, I feel my heart once again beat out my chest. I curl my bottom lip into my mouth, and I wipe my sweaty palms down my jeans still maintaining eye contact with Sorin.
"Sorin Hutton!" I gasp as he grabs ahold of my left thigh pulling me over to him, making me straddle him. I place my palms on his chest to steady myself, his hands slither around my waist as I try to get up from his lap.
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, and I feel my eyes widen as his lips connect to my neck.
"Sorin!" I let out another gasp as I grab on his hair, prompting him to back away. He takes my hand in his and presses a kiss to my palm before closing my hand.
"Tell me to stop; I don't seem to be able to help myself." His voice has a raspy tone to it, which makes my tummy flutter.
"We're in public, Sorin, and you said we'd be there in an hour when you rang your family."
"It's pouring heavily outside, so no one will notice us, plus there is traffic." I take a deep breath as his finger pads dance through my hair. It seems like all we're doing is lying, but I've never told the truth in my life.
I lift my arms up as he removes my multi-colored hoodie, leaving me in just my red lace bra.
"I haven't used birth control, in the last three days. Do you have any condoms with you?" I inquire softly, his finger tracing the small abs on my stomach that have formed as a result of my return to ballet practise.
