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Pen Your Pride

(I seriously apologize, it has been so long. It is not the longest chapter, but I do like it. Thank you for sticking through with me!)

Christian

I hold Hundley to my chest, my arms around her waist in a firm grip. She had asked me to make her "forget", but I think our make-out session is affecting me more than her. She is currently nibbling on my naked collarbone, both of our shirts long gone, and I know I am so fucking screwed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

There is a constant stream of expletives going through my mind. Half of them because of what the delicate flower I hold in my arms, and half of them because I know this is the last thing I should be doing. What I should be doing is analyzing everything Hundley just told me. It seems like Asteria was just as fucked up as her father. I shouldn’t be giving in to my desires. But it is so fucking hard when Hundley is sitting there with her perfect heart shaped face, begging me to kiss her. How the hell am I supposed to have self control?

Hundley looks up at me, “What? What’s wrong?” I study her face. Her lips are red and a little swollen from kissing. Her eyes are wide, and I just now notice how long her eyelashes are.

I brush the faint freckles on her nose lightly with my fingertips, “I don’t think we should be doing this,” But my words don’t sound sincere, and my actions sure as hell don’t mirror them.

She just rolls her eyes, clearly not agreeing with me, “Why? Why do you do this?”

“Do what?”

“You kiss me, you hold me, and you tell me all of these sweet things. Yet, you always back out,” She pouts her lip subconsciously, and it makes me want to bite it.

“That’s because I’m not good for you.”

Then she does the most unexpected thing, she starts laughing, “That is the most cliché line I have heard. What? Are you gonna tell me you are a vampire now?” She giggles, “Oh, I’m  so scared,” she says mockingly.

“It’s not funny! It’s true!” However, I can’t help the grin that slips on my face.

“Look, I know you think you are like, this badass or something. But you are nothing I can’t handle,” She giggles again and winks at me. Something I’ve never felt before flutters in my stomach. Yup, I have definitely turned into a pansy. Great.

“I have gone through a lot of shit,” she continues, “a lot more than the average person can even imagine. I’m sure I can handle whatever you are bringing to the table.”

If only she knew.

I sigh, “It’s other people I’m afraid of. I don’t think you understand Hundley. I don’t come from a pretty past. I can’t just ask daddy to open his wallet so my problems will go away,” a flash of hurt passes through her eyes, “I know real dangerous people out there. If they knew you were connected to me in any way, they could use that against me. Hell, they’ve done it twice before.”

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