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AN: Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read and/or review my stories, it really means the world to me! And a BIG special thank you goes to my amazing beta reader, the wonderful greeneyedconstellations!
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-You Can See The Devil In Her Eyes-
(The Color In Anything/Dancing I)
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The only reason he comes with her is because she asks and saying no to Emily just isn't an option. That's the lesson Aaron learned first.
Of course he doesn't fit there, even less than he fits on her campus at Yale. He doesn't fit into her life at all if he's being honest, just like she doesn't fit into his. But maybe that's the point.
He's watching her from afar, leaning against the wall of the underground club, with a bottle of beer in his hand he has no intention of drinking, while Emily dances only a few feet away from him.
She's wearing a breathtakingly short dress over a pair of fishnet stockings, her studded belt and bracelet reflecting the colorful light from the ceiling with every move she makes. Her dark hair is falling down her back in curls tonight, her lips painted a deep red. Her porcelain skin a stark contrast to her black clothes.
The music isn't anything Aaron would usually listen to, hell no, but the way Emily's dancing, spinning ever so gracefully, he wishes it would never stop playing. There's seduction in every movement she makes and he finds himself walking towards her without even meaning to, her body calling out to him like a siren.
When he slips his arm around her waist her eyes flash open, and if he hadn't known any better he'd have said her eyes were black.
She reaches for his beer, a smile curling at her lips before she hands it over to a guy to her right, a guy Aaron saw her talking to earlier. When she pulls her hand back there's a pair of blue pills in her palm and a daring look on her flawless face.
He should stop her. He knows better than this. Doesn't he? But there's no stopping her. Not Emily.
Subtly shaking his head, Aaron watches as she takes both, her dark eyes aflame when she tilts her head back. She's laughing and he pulls her closer against his chest, his hands on her hips, unable to resist.
It's she who starts kissing him, almost innocently at first. But with Emily nothing's ever innocent and Aaron's lost in a heated kiss only a heartbeat later, thinking that he's never felt more alive than when he's with her.
It's going to be the end of him. She will. He's sure of it.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing; everything belongs to its rightful owners.