Behind Closed Doors

ai ai captain

They called the devil merciless,
While the angels did much worse.
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27 March 2017
8:10 pm

Not a moment too soon; my mind blurred and my body gave in, a silent moan escaped my lips as he latched onto them.

His lips were soft, but hard enough to not lose grip of. His hands gripped my waist; almost too tightly as he bit my lower lip; forcing me to open them.

His cherry lips devoured mine as his hands travelled from my waist down to my ass, gripping it.

This was one of those moments when you know you're doing something dumb but you still do it because you don't know how to stop it.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying I wasn't enjoying this; hell, it felt good, but even then; I knew that I was being dumb for letting this happen.

No matter what I did; no matter where I went, I couldn't get her face out of my head. I couldn't forget how she shot that man and left as if it was the most normal thing to do.

Even while I had this sexy strangers lips on mine, all I could think about was how she could get away with murder so easily.

Which was totally unfair to the man in front of me; so I did what I've been doing to almost everyone in my life lately; I pushed him off, the only difference is, he felt that physically.

He looked taken aback as he tilted his head a little to the left since the streetlights were probably blinding him; the poor thing seemed so confused, with his eyebrows knitted together and his swollen lips almost forming a pout.

I think my heart just slipped. Oops.

"What's wrong?", his voice hoarse lacing with uttermost confusion.

Before I could come up with a sensible excuse; my phone began to ring, my heart throbbed loudly against my ribs as I tried to collect my thoughts together. What the fuck is wrong with me.

I mean I get it; my mind was tricking me; my whole god damn body was.

I was terrified.

Hell, I had a good enough reason to be scared, anyone who had witnessed what we had earlier would be scared.

But the scary part was, Sage didn't seem that frightened.

She just wasn't.

And that made me feel like a pussy. I mean Sage has always been quite strong; maybe not physically but emotionally she has; but this should've been too much, even for her. And her lack of reaction just made me feel paranoid.

But then again, Sage was an open book; expect when it came to how she felt; that I knew; she had bottled up all her thoughts and feelings inside her ever since her mother passed away.

Her dad always told me that she wouldn't even talk to him as she would to me; which meant a lot to me.

But that was the thing; I knew everything about her; from what she eats to when she sleeps, and so did she.

I felt a hand on my cheek, rubbing circles in an extremely soothing manner which made me zone back into reality.

I traced the hand back to its owner, which lead to a very confused looking Aroan, might I say it; he seemed almost annoyed.