Attracted

I’ve been seeing a black car in our neighborhood. I haven’t mentioned it to anyone yet because I might be just being paranoid.

I found Kirian standing by my locker when I decided to dispose of my books. He’s casually leaning on it, with his hands in his pocket. His coat is hanging on his shoulders while his long sleeves were rolled over his elbow.

“Are you okay?” he asked when I opened my locker and arranged my books on the shelf I put in there. This is the first time he speaks to me after three days. Well, we stayed at Lucas' place a few days ago but we didn't actually have a proper conversation. He reached for my hand which surprised me—not because I’ll freak out but because I feel safe when he’s around. He rolled my hoody up to my arm and I instinctively flinched.

He touched my scars like their work of art. His touch is hot, sending butterflies into my stomach. Without saying another word, he pulled me for a hug. I should be fighting against