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*

62. Chapter 62

18+

LXII

'I'm really sorry.' I say again, looking down at the floor.

'We're both really sorry.' Edward adds.

Rose and Emmett narrow their eyes at us but then Emmett's lips quirk up a little. 'The Janitor's closet, really?'

'How bad was it?' I ask, searching Rose's eyes.

She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. 'If Emmett hadn't slammed me into those lockers and shoved his hand down my pants, Principal Aguilera would have caught you. You were so fucking loud…I had to fake an orgasm just to cover it up and Emmett was grunting like a gorilla.' There's a glint in her blue eyes and Emmett's hand trails down her arm as he chuckles.

'Thank you.' I say gratefully.

'You'll make it up to us,' Rose says sharply, 'I fucking hate the library and we're stuck in there for an hour every day this whole week, with supervision of course, in case we "lose control of ourselves again"' She narrows her eyes at me. 'You're lucky we saw you two go in there...'

'Thank you.' Edward's voice is quiet.

'You'd have been expelled.' Emmett mutters.

Edward nods seriously, 'We owe you both big-time.'

I tangle my fingers with Edward's and squeeze slightly. He turns his head to me and smiles wide, his green eyes lighting up.

I like 'we'.

I like it too much.

'Well, I still don't like this.' Rose gestures to us with a grimace.

'I know.' I tell her gently, hiding a grin.

A protective bitch, is Rosalie.

There are voices down the corridor and Edward and I spring apart, going to either sides of the hallway.

I feel a painful pang in my chest as our eyes meet, the distance between us feeling bigger and more significant than a metre of shiny grey flooring.

He places his fingers above his heart as he stares at me, a tiny smile playing at his lips.

His green eyes are swirling with emotion, conveying so many things, things that I know, things that I don't want to know.

Mostly they say, let me love you.

The door stands open in front of me.

His door.

I take the cool metal handle in my palm as I step inside, closing it behind me with a soft click.

I give him a soft smile.

Okay. It says. You can love me.

But I'll never love you back.