[𝐌𝐱𝐌]
"I want you, badly," he says with pleading eyes.
"Oh, yeah?" I cock an eyebrow.
I watch as he swallows nervously, not sure what my next words will be.
I stand on my toes, reaching his lips. "Prove it."
His height decreases slowly as he g...
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Saturday, November 5th
Typically, I do not get frightened by encounters with men like that. This time, the moment my eyes locked with Loman's, the only thing I felt was fear.
Not for myself, but for Hazel, who was only meters away in Mavis' apartment. And for Dawson, who was by my side for the entire thing.
More than a month ago, I would've wanted nothing more than to have Dawson's body splattered across the floor from my own bullets. But now, the sight of that is something I fear the most.
And I don't know why.
"Darling," Dawson says, trying to get my attention.
I've been staring off into space since we got home. Not a word to Hazel nor Dawson.
"What are you thinking?" He strokes my cheek, brushing the bothersome hair out of my eyes.
The lights in my room are dim, and I hope the darkness is enough to hide my worrisome eyes.
He inclines his head. "It's okay to tell me if something is bothering you." He assures, running his thumb over my lips.
"Just," I look at him, and my lips part. "Kiss me."
"Please." I plead, hoping that his lips will be enough to get rid of this feeling.
He nods, leaning down to my level to connect his lips with mine. The hand that was once on my cheek travels down to my neck, and it tilts my head upwards so Dawson can reach my face better. After a bit, I pull apart, biting the inside of my cheek.
There's only one thing I know for sure; that feeling did not go away.
"I was scared." I admit.
He runs long fingers through my hair. "I was too, but Hazel and Mavis are both fine."
I shake my head, cursing his name in my head at the fact that he didn't get what I really meant. I place a hand on his chest, feeling his beating heart under my palm.
"I-" I stop myself, not wanting to let go of my pride. "You don't understand."
"So, help me understand."
"...I was scared for you, mon trésor." I choke out the words.
Dawson stares at me, enthralled with my admittance for caring that he possibly could have lost his life. His pair of sapphire blue eyes glint as they race back and forth looking between my eyes. He doesn't say anything, but his expression is enough of a reaction.
