"Everything alright, witch?" I turned around to see peter standing behind me. He sat down so his body was pressed against my side, and he wrapped an arm around me, placing his hand in the small of my back.
"I want to leave the camp."
I immediately regretted telling him I wanted to leave. I should have just not told anyone and snuck away in the middle of the night. He would still notice though, and he would defiantly find me, no matter where I was hiding, I knew there was no escaping him.
"What do you mean 'leave'?" He kind of laughed as he spoke, like this whole thing was some sort of joke, but when I didn't laugh back, he suddenly became very serious. "You aren't leaving." His voice was cold and sharp.
"I won't be going far" I looked into his eyes, pleading desperately for some compassion. "Just to my own space" He didn't look impressed. I needed to get away though, just till I find out who sent me the note. Until then, I didn't feel like my secret was safe at the campsite.
"It's just somewhere for when I need to be a girl." I hoped that would work, but he didn't seem convinced. I could heel his grip tighten on me.
"I suppose you would want Felix to go keep you company." He spat the words out as though they were poison. I could now see why he didn't want me to leave his sight, but I could use this to my advantage.
I leaned in close, till my lips brushed against his ear. "We don't have to tell Felix where we're going." He pulled away from me so our eyes met. He looked deep into my eyes for several moments before saying anything.
"I think I know just the place" The corner of his mouth curled up into that crooked smile of his. He stood up and extended his arm to me, raising an eyebrow, challenging me to take hold of it.
Biting my lip, I reached out and grabbed onto him. He pulled me up and started to sprint off into the woods. I quickly assembled my things and sped off after him.
"Peter! Wait!" I couldn't suppress my giggles as I chased him through the woods, dodging in and out of the trees. It felt like something from a story book. It felt like magic.
This was a side that I would say not a lot of people saw in him. Since the moment our paths crossed, he seemed so mature, like he was older than what he seemed to be, but he was showing his inner child as he ran through the forest, speeding ahead, so fast, that I lost sight of him.
"Peter!" I called after him, unable to see any movement in the trees ahead. I followed in a straight direction, but still not entirely aware of whether or not I was going the right way or not. I followed the forest trail, till I stumbled across an alcove in the side of a hill. I looked up, to see a glowing light, which appeared to be coming from within a cave of the ground.
Taking a leap of faith, I climbed the rungs to investigate, what lay beyond steps of the ladder. As I reached the top, began to take in the sight that lay before my eyes. This must have been where Peter had intended to take me.
What sat before me was the most charming bedroom I had ever seen. The light came from a number of oil lamps that lay lit around the room. The sharpness of the cave had been softened by lace drapes, which hung from the walls. In the centre of the room was an iron bed frame, dressed with lace fringed bed clothes, and massive soft pillows; one's head couldn't help but sink into.
I ran my fingers along the soft cotton sheets, letting my soft touch linger on the fibres.
"Well?" I spun around to see Peter leaning against the door, his boyish charm more appealing in the orange glow than ever before. I was hesitant to answer. I didn't want to seem weak and destitute. I wanted to look assured and self-reliant. The last thing I needed was to fall into a trap, to seem elated but only to be a part of some cruel trick where he would take everything from me at the drop of a hat.
"It will work" hi smirk only grew as I said this. Something I found with Peter was he liked a challenge. If I were to show weakness, he would soon get bored of me, whereas when I showed confidence, he was charmed. He had a new obstacle to overcome; a new game to play.
He edged closer to me, never breaking eye contact. I watched the way her moved, the way he enticed me with his walk. He was like some sort of sick drug to me. I knew he was bad for me, but that dint stop the addiction I suffered from. I needed his touch. I needed to feel his body against mine. It was crazy to think about. But the more time I spent alone with him, the dissatisfied I became as the craving screamed within me for more.
I could feel that electrical rush as his hand grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, rendering me from resisting as his lips crashed against mine. I moaned against him as his tongue caressed mine.
He pushed me back so I fell onto the soft bouncy bed, my curls surrounding my face like a halo, as he lay above me, his arms outstretched to suspend his frame over mine, preventing my escape.
My lust filled eyes met his in a moment of pure desire, and a childish grin spread over his face in this most mature of times, so his youth showed though.
"Let's Play" his eyes glowing with a glint of innocence in the most the most adult entity of my entire life.