Here I was, sitting in the arms of the man who insisted on confusing the hell out of me. We were both sitting on my bed, more like lying down. My head was on his chest, the right side to be exact. My arm was wrapped loosely around his stomach while one of his hands was playing with my hair— just how I liked it— and the other was holding my hand.
I was dreaming. I was definitely dreaming. Did I actually kiss Rayne? My Rayne? The girl who was so good to be true, the girl who was out of every man's league. Was I actually honoured to have my lips on hers? Her lips that tasted like strawberry and were so soft.
I woke up the next day when I felt a slight movement beside me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw myself in Adrian's arms. He was starting to wake up and that was the reason behind the movement that had awoken me. I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me, which made me blush for no apparent reason.
Rayne's eyes were focused on the screens that displayed the footage of the cameras. I did not notice that about her before, but the girl was very observant and she paid attention to every single detail her eyes fell on.
"What will happen if... if Eleanor is back?" Rayne asked me in a quiet voice as we walked together through the garden. Worry was evident all over her face. Eleanor scared the hell out of her and she had the right to be scared.
I used to read in books that when a person is in love, they would be willing to do anything for their lover. I was always the one to disagree with that, I was never convinced that a person could let go of their morals or something they love just because they love somebody. I could have never imagined myself as the one to bend her morals and point of views because she fell in love; however, it turned out that I was not an exception.
"What are we?" Rayne asked me the question I had always feared. I did not know what to tell her, I was petrified of that question. She was everything to me, but I could not bring myself to label what was between us.
He just wanted to get in my pants. That was all that he wanted from me. He bewitched me with his sweet words and made me fall for him, just to laugh at me when I needed him to lift me up. He saw me as nothing but a naïve, stupid girl who was not worthy of his love. I was nothing to him even though he was everything to me. I cherished every single moment I spent with him, but I was just a worthless creature to him.
Five days passed and all I could do was look at her angelic face on my phone. I took so many pictures of her the day I went hunting, and she insisted on coming with me. Every day, I opened those pictures and I stared at her face for hours; I guess I reached the point where I could tell how many freckles she had on her nose because I memorized every single detail about her. She was so beautiful... too good to be true.