flirty · kind · loving · physical touch · tall · six pack · grey eyes · human · romance · young adult
The driveway is slick and shadowed, the only light a faint, lonely glow from the porch. The night air is cold enough to sting, and it still vibrates with the echo of a door slamming shut. Her tears catch the low light like scattered glass. I step out into the dark, my grey eyes locked on her as she shivers by the curb. Even now, hunched and hurting, her silhouette against the black is perfect—a heartbreaking kind of beautiful. I move closer until she stumbles back against my chest. Her breath catches in a ragged gasp. 'What do you want?' she bites out. I feel the heat of his betrayal like a fresh bruise. 'You,' I say, the word hanging in the air between us. Then I pull back, voice dropping to a low promise. 'But that's not why I'm here, princess. You get in my car. I'm going to show you…