Disclaimer: I do not own the idea of Twilight, that belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I do however own this plot. So enjoy.
Whats happening to me? How is he doing this to me? Rendering me speechless this way. Which is quite shocking, considering I am never speechless. This isn't like me. I don't like the person he has turned me into, even without knowing so. Where has the crude, crass, foul mouthed girl gone? The one that dosen't take shit from anyone? Instead, she is replace with this speechless, dazzled, and some what insecure child.
Closing my eyes, I take three deep breaths.
One.
Two.
Three.
I open my mouth.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
What the fuck? 'Do you want to get out of here?' What's wrong with me?
He doesn't even know you. I think to myself. Plus if he did, he would also know of your reputation. That alone should send him running for the hills. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. At this point, I am almost smacking my head along with my thoughts.
"Um... Yes, please."
I look up and stared at him until I realized he has anwered me.
He wanted to go somewhere.
"Oh, okay. Well..." My word trailed off.
Oh shit. I didn't think this through. Where could I take him?
With a place in mind, I reach out my hand about to grab his, but I stop myself. Realizing I don't really know him well enough to just touch him and with my previous thoughts about his innocent beauty, who knew where that one touch could lead. I leave my hand stetched out, palm faced upward in front of me.
He looks down at my hand. Obviously running through the pros and cons of my offer in his mind. Then after what seemed like forever, he finally reached out to grab hold of it. His finger touch my fingers, tentatively at first, then he places his whole hand in mine.
Holy Shit.
Fireworks. Sparkes. Fires a blazin'. Its whatever you want to call the heat that passes between us. It was so intense, so foreign, but oh so good.
I've never felt like this before. This feeling is better than anything I have ever expereienced. Better than getting drunk or high. Better than feeling the powerful beast that is my motorcycle between my thighs. Better than having that sense of pleasurable pain while getting a tattoo. Hell its even better thansex.
Again I repeat. Holy Shit.
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