you're mine

Chapter 13

For the twentieth time, I look over at him, stomaching a gas station sandwich. Twenty minutes ago, he asked if I was hungry, when I replied to him with a simple no, he said he is making me eat anyway. But just as he was about to pull into a parking lot which belonged to a popular fast food, he remembered just how popular we had both become, which made him do a U turn in seconds.

I cant keep my gaze from falling onto him. I have so many questions I want answers to, but I'm too afraid to ask. I only realise I was staring again when I hear him speak with a mouth full of food.

"What?" His tone is aggressive.

"Hm? Nothing."

"If you have something on your mind, speak it."

"No, no I am fine." I look down at my lap where an unwrapped sandwich sits.

He goes back to eating his own sandwich. His gaze stays on the bushes in front of us, making me wonder what his thoughts inquire.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" He groans.

"Ok, what is your problem? Did I do something or has it just been fifteen minutes of you being happy and you need to change your mood again. Because honestly, that's how it feels with you."

"Just leave it." Luca warns.

"No, you are really pissing me off lately."

"I am pissing you off? All you have done is moan and I am sick of it. I have respected your boundaries, but I cant do it any more. Get in the back." His voice is stern.

"What?"

"Get in the back, Emily."

"What are you going to do to me?" My voice shakes.

"Something I should've a long time ago. I wont repeat myself again."

After a few seconds of thought, I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb into the back of the car, terrified of what will happen.

Luca's point of view

I watch her climb into the back, finally doing as she is told. I get out of the car, only to return in the back seat.

"Come here." I speak in an rhadamanthine tone, making her flinch slightly, but she obliges, nonetheless.

Her body moves closer to mine and I slide a hand into her hair.

"I know you don't like me much yet, but I don't care because that's something I'm used to. I can, and will, make you love me." I whisper, my voice now softer than ever.

I place a soft kiss onto her plump, rosy lips. It doesn't last long until I pull away, my hand still tangled in her golden locks. The kiss feels ethereal, even without her participation. I cant imagine how captivating it would feel if it was wanted from her end of the kiss.

Then, I place another kiss on her cheek and one on her forehead. Her skin against mine is something that will always hold me in a trance.

"You're so addictive." I whisper against her cheek, almost inaudibly. "Take this off." I pull on her hoodie.

"Why?" Her voice is shaky and quiet.

"Because I said so." I smile at Emily.

She hesitates for a moment before obliging.

"Good, that's good." I push a button on the back of the seat we sit on, making the back fall down, creating a bed. I wrap my left arm around her torso and pull her down with me.

Her body is stiff against mine. I hold her tightly and place tiny kisses all over her face.

After a while, I bury my head against her chest, feeling the warmth of her skin caress me, like a protective barrier. The feeling is so foreign to me, my natural instinct is to pull back from the touch, even though I inflicted it. I want to hit her for even touching me, I want to shout at her for it; or at least that is what my mind tells me.

But the truth is, I never want this hug to end. The whole world could be crumbling around us and I still wouldn't pull away. Even though, I hold onto Emily tightly because her touch feels godly, that isn't the only reason. I hold onto her because I want her to feel what I feel. I want to force her to love me like I love her; force her to feel the millions of goosebumps I feel in this moment.

Although I will not admit this to her, I can not force her to love me, I just have to trust she will herself. And that is something that scares me, because I don't think anyone has ever felt that way toward me before, except my grandparents.

When I was younger, I convinced myself they only tolerated me because they had to. They didn't want me there, they were simply doing my parents a favour. Once I reached a certain age, I realised how much they done for me; how much they loved me. I wish I realised that sooner, whilst they were still here. I wish I realised it when I could still tell them I felt the same way.

I almost drift off to sleep when a thought of mine interests me enough to ignore the sleepy feeling creeping up on me.

She isn't fighting this.

I lift my head from her chest and look at her, her eyes instantly fall onto mine.

"This feels good doesn't it?" I ask, my question breaking the silence that the car held before.

It takes her moment to answer. "It feels better than you strangling me did."

"I am sorry about that but you deserved it."

"No, I didn't." Her voice is calm, not trying to make me mad again. Her dedication makes me smirk.

"You know you enjoyed it." I laugh then move my head ack to her chest.

Her scent, heartbeat, body heat, steady breathing and soft skin all give me an overwhelming sense of comfort, causing me to drift asleep, lying in each others arms.