Someone Close

Eden’s Point of View

My breath faltered, and my heart beat quickened in my chest—realizing the danger of my current situation. My brain was struggling whether to panic or not, my breathing ragged but at the same time I didn’t want my fear to be so obvious.

Predators like him feast on fear.

Theron needs me to fear him; that is exactly the reason he is trying to make me feel trapped.

I have to show him I am not afraid of him.

With a single tug, he yanked me back into the bench. My back collided against his chest and he lets go of my arm only to drape it along my shoulders and he crossed his legs trapping me in.

“Relax, little rabbit.” He whispered in my ears, his breath hot against my skin, and I held my breath, worried he might hear just how loud my heart was beating.

“I am not going to hurt you—” He teased, my thoughts were drowned out by the notorious pounding of my heart. “—Unless you want me to.”

I stiffened, why would anyone want to be hurt?

“Get off of me.” I pushed against his chest, he didn’t budge at first, but after seconds of close examination, he unhands me completely.

“Just what the hell do you want from me?” I asked curiously.

“To talk.”

“You can talk to every other person in the school,” My frown lightened. “Why me?”

“I am currently trapped in the library with you.” A smirk lined his lips, his eyes focused on me, watching and studying me with dangerous intentions.

My eyes shot back to the window, praying earnestly that the rain stops soon, but Zeus, or whichever big guy is up there probably hates me.

Because the more I prayed the more intense the rain fell.

“The tiny librarian was right about the storm.” He stretched, folding his arms, and I felt air rushed into my lungs. “It doesn’t seem like it would let up anytime soon.”

My brain decided to do a little calculation on how fast I could get my phone and call my speed dial just in case Theron decided to give in to the devil that clearly lives in him and kill me.

But I think keeping him entertained enough might spare me just a little time until I could get away from him.

“So, you and Thorne made up?” He suddenly asked, and random images of Thorne forcing his kiss upon me in the hallway this evening flashed in my memory.

My brain short circuited, I had never experienced such violence before, especially from someone intimate.

And remembering the incident made a knot form in the pit of my stomach, I shook my head trying to ignore the bitterness it left at the back of my throat.

“It’s none of your business.” I snapped in response, swallowing hard. “So, you’re still not speaking.” He chuckled mockingly. “To think that you’re having problems because of just ‘sex’.”

‘Just sex?’ How can he say something like that, so casually, like he was talking about a walk in the park

“I do kind of bad for Thorne.” He glanced at me, eyes narrowing at me. “A girl who loves you would want to fuck you. In fact, she would beg for it.”

“Shut up.” I snapped. “You have no right to speak about my relationship.”

“Come on, there is no need to act all coy and innocent,” He sucked in a deep breath. “It’s just the two of us in here.” “Makes it even worse.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t trust you.” I confessed, my lips quivering a little.

“You don’t trust me or you don’t trust yourself? Um, little rabbit.” I remained silent, unsure of what else to say. “I am older and experienced; you can ask me anything.”

“I am not interested in knowing anything from you.”

“I have had sex with a couple of virgins; I know exactly how to handle the fragile body of a timid virgin.” He affirmed with a proud smirk and I felt my breath hitched, my eyes shoot at him.

He seemed so eager to flaunt his sexual history in my face, like I was supposed to be amazed by how many women he has fucked.

But for someone so young, having a lot of body count is a turn off for me.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I was stunned by his audacity.

“Helping you.” He leaned closer. I jerked back instinctively. “You’re not fucking him because you’re scared, right? Scared it’ll hurt. Scared it’s wrong. Scared you’ll regret it.”

I let the words sink in for a bit, and the more I think about it, the more I realized that he wasn’t wrong, and it pisses me off that Theron could see that fear and worry in me; barely days of meeting me, and he could read me like an open book.

“I don’t need your help.” I gritted out.

“Look at you, you deny it, yet you’re so flushed.” He teased, eyes raking me. “If you’re being openminded I could teach you a few tricks.”

My heart stopped.

Never in a million years did I ever think it was so easy to be so casual, and his offer stirred up something in the pit of my stomach.

Unlike the previous feeling, it wasn’t tight or dreadful, it was warm, and heat pooled in my legs.

No. Fucking. Way.

I am not about to be aroused by the thought of having sex with Theron in the school library. I shook my head firmly.

“I can tell how your body works, just by looking at you.” He said like a promise, my eyes met his and I was unable to speak. “Your nipples are hard, Eden.”

My eyes fell down to my chest, my nipples obviously poking through the tight fitted white shirt I wore in my sweatshirt.

I hugged my chest, my cheeks burned hot.

“It’s the cold.” I lied.

“I think it’s fucking hot,” He grinned. “So, I guess, even an innocent little virgin, get filthy thoughts when they’re trapped with a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.”

I got up almost immediately. “And what about you?” I asked curiously. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Saying such indecent things to your brother’s girlfriend. I have heard from people that you’re a psychopath, I guess something is wrong with your mind, but not your fucking brain.”

“Do you think Thorne really loves you?” He asked curiously, and my fingers hoovered over the knob of the library. “Are you genuinely convinced that he isn’t getting sex from someone else? Who knows… might be someone close to you.”