watching the most amazing man to grace my life, fleeing into the darkness, getting away from little miss crazy-ass.
An arm drapes around my shoulder, “It's for the best.”
“ Fuck you.”
He laughs, it's deep and low.
“You're a fast learner, I'll give you that. If you hadn't said my name, this night would have been very long indeed.”
Slumping, I drop to the tiles, limp, staring after Dustin's long departed bike.
“Come inside. You're in no state to drive home now. I'll put your car in the drive.”
And off he goes, as if he has the right to dictate to me, to move the seat in my car back to accommodate his long legs.
“I hate you. I really hate you.”
I'm talking to myself, as he drives my car to park in front of the garages. Then he saunters back, looking so smug, I wish I had a grenade, just to watch his face blow up.
Stooping, he lifts me up under my arms, carrying me bodily inside over the threshold.
“ And for the record, princess, I don't live here. Erik lives here. I live somewhere better suited to my looks, and taste in music and cars.”
“ Where?”
Tell me, because I will find a way to detonate your house to rubble, with you in it.
“Right next door to your howling boyfriend.” He deposits me on the couch in front of the hearth, moving to stare down his haughty nose at me. “Granted, we're separated by a lot of land and nature, but I like to keep my women close, and my competition even closer.”
Closing my eyes tiredly, hope is seeping out of me, leaving me feeling like I've got no bones in my body.
He leaves me to shut and lock the front door; when he returns, he's the deceptively handsome Erra. All angles, brooding lusty eyes, pouting smooth lips, chiseled chin with a dimple in his left cheek, glossy hair that just makes you want to touch it.
Shut up Sarah. Shut up right this second.
He smiles, and it's captivating and gorgeous, filling the space between us with angelic harmonies, tinkles, just below hearing - music. It leaves a warmth on my skin, forcing the dread out of me, making me vulnerable for attack.
Sitting on the adjacent chair, he links long fingers over his stomach, “Did you have a good day at Spirit Rock?”
“How do you know where we went?”
And what's with the 'making idle conversation'?
“I don't let you out of my sight. I never will again.”
“ You do realize you're breaking the law?”
He smiles again, stars twinkling in his wicked eyes, “Not my laws.”
“Wow, you really think you rule the world, don't you? What's it like being that crazy? Does it feel good?”
“ I'm not crazy, Sarah. And neither are you. This is your life now, get used to it.”
“ I don't want to get used to it. I want my old life back, where people were people, not mutants.”
His laugh is amused, making his expression so unguardedly happy, it's disconcerting.
When he calms his chuckle, he surveys me lazily, “You're going to be like that for a few hours. What shall we do? Would you like to see my house? Then you know where to find me when you get bored of the meathead.”
“ He's not a meathead. He's sensitive and gorgeous.”
“ He's a lost soul. You'll only get hurt with him, trust me on this.”
“ And trust you? The lunatic who broke my bones last night, in this very room.”
“ I see your point.” His tone is mild, normal. None of the lunacy I witnessed last night.
“ Sarah, I really do regret losing control. You are the only person I know who can drive me to the brink of breaking.”
He's not being threatening. And if he's prepared to reveal a weakness, then I'm going to find out what it is. Starting with his lair.
“Sure, take me to your home, so I know where to hunt you down when I come to kill you.”
He sits forward, leaning his elbows on his legs, “Do you know, when you say it, I believe you mean it. And you are the only one who could pull it off successfully.”
“Good, consider that your warning. Hurt Dustin, and I will destroy
An arm drapes around my shoulder, “It's for the best.”
“ Fuck you.”
He laughs, it's deep and low.
“You're a fast learner, I'll give you that. If you hadn't said my name, this night would have been very long indeed.”
Slumping, I drop to the tiles, limp, staring after Dustin's long departed bike.
“Come inside. You're in no state to drive home now. I'll put your car in the drive.”
And off he goes, as if he has the right to dictate to me, to move the seat in my car back to accommodate his long legs.
“I hate you. I really hate you.”
I'm talking to myself, as he drives my car to park in front of the garages. Then he saunters back, looking so smug, I wish I had a grenade, just to watch his face blow up.
Stooping, he lifts me up under my arms, carrying me bodily inside over the threshold.
“ And for the record, princess, I don't live here. Erik lives here. I live somewhere better suited to my looks, and taste in music and cars.”
“ Where?”
Tell me, because I will find a way to detonate your house to rubble, with you in it.
“Right next door to your howling boyfriend.” He deposits me on the couch in front of the hearth, moving to stare down his haughty nose at me. “Granted, we're separated by a lot of land and nature, but I like to keep my women close, and my competition even closer.”
Closing my eyes tiredly, hope is seeping out of me, leaving me feeling like I've got no bones in my body.
He leaves me to shut and lock the front door; when he returns, he's the deceptively handsome Erra. All angles, brooding lusty eyes, pouting smooth lips, chiseled chin with a dimple in his left cheek, glossy hair that just makes you want to touch it.
Shut up Sarah. Shut up right this second.
He smiles, and it's captivating and gorgeous, filling the space between us with angelic harmonies, tinkles, just below hearing - music. It leaves a warmth on my skin, forcing the dread out of me, making me vulnerable for attack.
Sitting on the adjacent chair, he links long fingers over his stomach, “Did you have a good day at Spirit Rock?”
“How do you know where we went?”
And what's with the 'making idle conversation'?
“I don't let you out of my sight. I never will again.”
“ You do realize you're breaking the law?”
He smiles again, stars twinkling in his wicked eyes, “Not my laws.”
“Wow, you really think you rule the world, don't you? What's it like being that crazy? Does it feel good?”
“ I'm not crazy, Sarah. And neither are you. This is your life now, get used to it.”
“ I don't want to get used to it. I want my old life back, where people were people, not mutants.”
His laugh is amused, making his expression so unguardedly happy, it's disconcerting.
When he calms his chuckle, he surveys me lazily, “You're going to be like that for a few hours. What shall we do? Would you like to see my house? Then you know where to find me when you get bored of the meathead.”
“ He's not a meathead. He's sensitive and gorgeous.”
“ He's a lost soul. You'll only get hurt with him, trust me on this.”
“ And trust you? The lunatic who broke my bones last night, in this very room.”
“ I see your point.” His tone is mild, normal. None of the lunacy I witnessed last night.
“ Sarah, I really do regret losing control. You are the only person I know who can drive me to the brink of breaking.”
He's not being threatening. And if he's prepared to reveal a weakness, then I'm going to find out what it is. Starting with his lair.
“Sure, take me to your home, so I know where to hunt you down when I come to kill you.”
He sits forward, leaning his elbows on his legs, “Do you know, when you say it, I believe you mean it. And you are the only one who could pull it off successfully.”
“Good, consider that your warning. Hurt Dustin, and I will destroy
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