Desire

by creaatingmadness

He's leaning against a wall, his taut body stretching slightly higher than those he stands next to. His copper hair goes blue then red as the lights flicker over him, washing him in neon light. He's heaven and hell. Forbidden fruit. But I've tasted it. Sunk my teeth into it and devoured the sweet insides. MA. Explicit Lemons. BxE. *Drabble*

53. Chapter 53

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LIII

Whispers repeat in hisses until all you can hear is a dull roar of banality.

I'm surprised she stayed with him so long.

He's hot as fuck but his dad is a fucking waste of space.

Blackmailed her to stay, even though she didn't love him. Despicable.

Did you see his face when she called him a lovesick puppy. He looked like he was gonna cry.

She made the right call, I'd have done the same thing, how embarrassing.

He looks like he'd be good in bed but apparently not.

His family have like no money left, he's basically poor. Ew.

I'd still fuck him, even if he's shit, I'm sure I could teach him a thing or two.

She only stayed with him because she felt sorry for him.

Anger knits its way through my torso, cross stitching tight little designs everywhere it goes, until it's all that's holding me together.

I shouldn't have come to last period.

I should have stayed out with Jasper.

But I wanted to know.

Needed to know.

I see him at the other end of the hallway, walking towards me, his face is drawn, green eyes sad.

I don't misunderstand this time.

I get it.

She was holding the last shreds of his popularity in her hand, and she squeezed and choked it until it died, spluttering in her palm, broken. She discarded it, discarded him, like this on purpose.

Threw him to the wolves, let him get ripped up, flesh stripped to the bone.

His punishment for not wanting her.

And even though he doesn't, even though he hates half of his friends and the monotony of it all, it still hurts him.

I see that.

I see him.

Our fingers brush as we pass each other, and emerald eyes flicker with warmth as they meet mine, the corner of his mouth lifting minutely.

Open interaction is forbidden here.

Will always be forbidden here, no matter what.

Here, he's Edward Cullen, and I'm Bella Swan.

My father hunts and his is being hunted.

Neither of them would allow this.

Would allow us.

But it doesn't matter, because the feel of his fingers against mine in the hallway, that little spark that kindles a warmth in my chest, bursting my heart into flames that burn sky high, it's enough.

This is enough.

It has to be.