Stronger Than She Looks (Divergent Eric)

{12} Piercings

"Really?"

"Really."

"I could make you, you know." He's the one whispering now, and when I meet his eyes I know he's deadly serious. We might have some weird twisted friendship going on, but he wouldn't hesitate to enforce his authority as a leader in public.

"I know." I shuffle my weight from one foot to other. "Please, don't make me show you here."

"You have to show me."

I take a deep breath. I can't believe how stupid I was to ever think this was a good idea.

"Can I show you in private?" My voice is barely audible, and I see surprise flash across his face.

He studies me intently for what feels like an eternity, but in reality is probably no more than 30 seconds.

"Ok." He states simply, and turns around striding off towards the exit without another word.

Does he want me to follow him? I have no idea, but figure whatever happens it's better away from the training room and all the other Initiates.

I scuttle after him, half running in an effort to keep up. His legs are significantly longer than mine and he's making no effort to slow down, or even to check I'm still following him.

Eventually he turns down a corridor I've never entered before. Infact I don't think I've ever been in this part of the compound. He stops at the third door on the left and inserts a keycard from his pocket into a small slot just below the door handle, before opening it and walking straight inside. He doesn't invite me in and I'm left hesitating, unsure if he's expecting me to follow or wait outside.

"Hurry up before someone sees you." He calls from inside. I quickly step in, shutting the door around me.

I'm in his apartment. Eric's apartment.

Oh my.

I look around and it's not how I would have expected it to look. Not that I'd spent long imagining what his apartment would look like, but I certainly didn't expect this.

Huge windows from floor to ceiling take up the entire back wall of the living area, drenching the room in light. It's a stark contrast to the rest of the compound, especially the poorly lit corridor we've just come from.

"So come on then, let's get this over with." He's sat on the couch, leant forward on his arms, elbows resting on his knees.

I stay frozen to the spot. Do I just whip my pants down and spread my legs? I'm not really sure of the protocol when it comes to showing off intimate piercings.

"Just lift your top up and show me the nipple piercing, it's not like I've never seen boobs before you know." He's smirking again, his gaze lingering on my chest. Pervert!

I shake my head. "It's not a nipple piercing."

He looks genuinely confused for a moment and I can feel my stomach doing back flips.

"Then what the fuck is it? If you've dragged me all the way here to look at a belly button piercing I swear I'll dangle you over the chasm." He's trying to look menacing again, but he can't hide the curiosity.

Go hard, or go home right?

I take a deep breath, look him straight in the eye and start to unbutton my jeans. Inside, I feel like I'm dying but I try and pull off a nonchalant look. It probably doesn't work, but as Eric is staring at my hands with genuine shock on his face I don't think it really matters.

I slowly peel my jeans down my legs, and I'm left stood in nothing but a pair of black lace boy shorts and a black tank top. I feel completely exposed, but the way his eyes hungrily drink in my body ignites something deep inside me.