he doesn’t want anything from her;
what he wants are those lustful eyes
(Ｇ Ｏ Ｕ Ｇ Ｅ Ｄ Ｏ Ｕ Ｔ) looking elsewhere.&& yes, he’s being selfish,
possessive of property that isn’t even his;
yet the burning jealousy still prickles on his neck
claws at his gut && sets his skin burning.he sees her eyes; he knows those eyes
that look of fear and discomfort
she doesn’t want to be touched – she doesn’t
want to be LOOKED AT any more.those disgusting creeps, they don’t know kate,
they know a VIDEO – ᵃ ˢᵗᵘᵖᶦᵈ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵃᵐᶰ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᵖᶦᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ
ˢʰᶦᵗ ᵛᶦᵈᵉᵒ – not HER. and they never
DESERVE to, either – their unwanted hands
should never be allowed to wander near.&& he mumbles,
“ i’m not your goddamn bodyguard, ”
but there is no hesitation; && he steps closer
to her as he speaks, makes it look like they’re
having a conversation.it is with a swooping sensation of hot pride in
his stomach that he notes how the boy who had
been staring so lustfully starts to back off when
he sees the prescott move closer to kate.
SAYS ONE THING &&. DOES ANOTHER. tongues of flame
nip at his words, yet his actions, they tell another story. she
knows her pursuer is gone, she doesn’t need to look; she
CAN’T look. she’s transfixed. oceans of deep blue crash into
waters of icy, uncharted territory.
his lips are moments away from her ear, tender flesh reddening
under his domineering form. her eyes are wide, constellations
shining brightly in her cerulean orbs. she’s only looking at him.
‘ nathan—- ‘
his name slips fro between her teeth, mouth slightly agape. he’s
all she can think, all she can see. he’d HELPED her, willingly.
he could kiss her, and she’d let him.
maybe she would like it.
maybe she WANTED it.
‘ why would you—–? ‘
her tremors ceased, she seems calmed. should she be ?? is
she safe now ?? or has he only LIMITED THE COMPETITION.
but, for some reason, she isn’t scared.