?WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL?
?EPISODE 64 ?
I stared up at him squarely. I didn’t say anything, but I
was letting him know that I’m not going to back down.
As his eyes searched mine, I could see the frustration on
his face. He raised his hand and pushed a lock of hair away
from my face. He tucked it behind my ear, exposing my scar
to his view.
Then he whispered, “But you’re right.” His expression was broken, his voice was hoarse. “I am tired.”
He took another heavy breath and then he added, “I’m tired
of fighting this.”
And suddenly, his arms snaked around my waist as he
pulled me to him. Then he leaned forward and covered my
lips with his. Before I could even blink, Hunter was kissing
me… thoroughly… passionately.
He kissed me like he found an opportune moment to
steal a little piece of heaven. He kissed me like he couldn’t
find the right things to say and, instead, he was pouring out all his emotions, all his anger in those kisses. He kissed me like… he’d been wanting to kiss me but thought this moment would never happen anymore.
I didn’t think… couldn’t think even if I wanted to. My
own arms came to life and they wrapped themselves around
Hunter’s neck. I kissed him back. I kissed him like I wanted to pour out all my bottled emotions in that kiss.
I kissed him like I have been wanting to kiss him since the day he left me.
Hunter lifted me off my feet and carried me towards the
bedroom like I weighed nothing. His lips never left mine, his
arms were like iron chains around my waist.
He gently laid me on the mattress of his bed. I moaned
as intense emotions spiraled through me with a force I could
not control.
His palm touched my cheek and I felt him caress my
scar. His touch was familiar against my damaged skin. He
kissed my jaw, my neck and then finally, he kissed my
scars… the way he used to kiss them before he left.
Then he rested his forehead against my chin and
breathed in the scent of me. Sobs were escaping my lips,
tears were flowing endlessly from my eyes.
He raised his head so he could look at me. When I found
the courage to look back at him, I saw that tears were
rolling down his cheeks too. He was looking down at me with
a broken expression on his face and then he wiped my tears
with his fingers.
He took a deep breath and asked, “Does it look like I’m
appalled by you at all, Allison?”
I bit my lip but didn’t answer.
He nodded slowly. “But you’re right. I was trying my
damn best to stay away from you. But not because of the
reasons you thought.” He sucked in another deep breath.
“Every time I looked at you, Allison, I’m resisting the urge to pull you into my arms… and kiss you like I just did.”
He gently pulled away from me and sat up from the bed.
“What are you saying, Hunter?” I sat up on the bed
beside him, lifting my knees to my chest to hug them.
He looked at me with a wistful expression on his face.
Then he said, “I’m saying I want you, Allison. And it kills me every single day that we cannot be together.”
We cannot be together?
I wiped the tears on my cheeks.
“You want me but you’re mad at me. You want me but
we cannot be together. Because I wasn’t perfect. Because
you deserved better,” I muttered.
“What?”
I stared at him evenly.
“What did you say?” he asked again.
I shook my head. “What was I thinking, right? Did I really
make myself believe that the great Hunter Vaughn would
really want to be with a broken girl like me?”
“How could you say that?” he asked. His voice was low,
sober, as he tried to control his emotions.
“How could I not say that? Since you arrived in school,
you always looked like you’re mad at me, like I did
something so grave to you. It’s not fair because I have no
idea what it was.”
He stood up from the bed and walked towards the
window. I watched his handsome face illuminated by the
streaks of lightning from the sky outside.
“Maybe you’re right,” he said. “Maybe it’s because I am
angry.”
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