[COMPLETED] Mila Wilson is quiet, anxious and a little bit of a mess. When she finally starts college despite her mental health issues, she meets the dark, mysterious, yet intriguing Jace Evans, who is covered in tattoos and the most beautiful boy s...
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"This is why you were worried I'd run?" he asks looking at me intensely.
I don't know how to answer, so I just shrug my shoulders slowly. Our moment is intense. Jace's face is so close to mine, it feels like my I'm burning up.
"You're so wrong, Mila. I tell you you're different to me, and you think this is going to scare me off?" he asks with a deep, raspy voice, shaking his head at me.
I don't know what to say. I just told Jace about the burden that I am, I think I scared myself off a little. Still, what he says takes the heaviness off of me, and I start to feel light again. Is this real? Or am I dreaming?
"Look at me" he says once again. I do as as told.
"You're not going to get rid of me that easily" he remarks, as he comes closer to my face. "Understood?" he adds, and I slowly nod to show him I did.
"Good."
The butterflies in my stomach erupt, and at the same time I feel like I might tear up again any second. I think I'm officially going crazy, because what he just said can't be true. I must've heard him wrong, so I look back up to check for validation in his eyes.
Jace presses his lips onto mine, and I feel warmth rising up from inside of me. I've been waiting to have this feeling again. We move our lips together but not for too long. My butterflies go even crazier than before, and I wonder if he feels the same thing that I do.
"Besides" Jace starts all serious, before we fully break apart. "I told you, you can't stay away from me" he says, grinning at me playfully.
He makes me laugh a little, and I feel my worries fade away.
"Maybe I can't" I tell him, just as playful.
I'm serious though, I know I can't. I couldn't before, and this whole situation made it even worse. Or better, however you want to call it.
"There's one thing I want from you" Jace says sincerely.
I look at him intrigued.
"Talk to me okay? It's going to take a little time for me to figure everything out, but just talk to me" he finishes.
"I will" I promise him, squeezing his hand lightly.
I still can't put into my head that he's willing to put in the effort. For me? Average me? My emotions are going crazy, as yet another tear escapes my eyes.
"Stop crying, Mila. I'm here" Jace adds, with his hand on my thigh.
"Sorry... I just" I start, breathing heavily.
"Thank you, for understanding. That's rare to find" I say, as I wipe my face to get rid of any smudged mascara.
