Behind the scenes のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Usually, I was a terrible liar, until I thought of it as acting, then I could convince anyone about anything, so even with my heart slamming against my rib cage, my brain whirred to life, spitting out the different scenarios-- a few directors had said they loved my improv, hopefully it worked now. “Why? You think he has some kind of mind control powers on them?” I made sure to cross my arms, scoff at the end of the question, let the detective feel incredulous.Her eyes darted from the shivering four to me, then she blinks rapidly, her mouth opens to say something, but I beat her to it. “Are you actually making them the victims here right now? Seriously? They could have gotten those scars from lighting my house up, or as a pact between themselves to remember what they had done.” She took on look at them, a frown on her forehead,“Then why would they confess?”I let out a scoff, crying lady could have confessed, but I don’t see feminist going out of her way to confess, and I was yet

He flashed me a half pleased, half impressed smile, then slowly, I watch as he brought the burger to his mouth, taking a bite from it. I almost explode with impatience, I knew I was right, but I needed him to confirm it for me before I combusted into a million pieces. “Took you long enough.” was his response.A gasp leaves me.“I have those kinks too.” He told me himself, but I didn’t take it seriously, or as seriously as I should have.Years ago, when I first created the burner account, I only watched, hovering over posts I liked, not wanting to hit the like button just in case it linked back to Rachel Greene, even if I had created a new email just for the purpose of the account. When it was never linked back to me, I started to get relaxed, I liked posts, bookmarked them for later, and it was the thrill of my life. That was when I started to amass followers, it was not much but it was something. I watched as people linked in from their burners, I was envious of course, but the on

I clutched at my chest, relief visibly shaking me, Abed watched me with amused brows and a small smile lining his mouth. “I thought you didn’t mind.”“I thought nobody would recognize me in hundreds of people, and Joanne doesn’t count.” I say with narrowed eyes, but he only nods in a way that tells me he was mocking me. “Joanne, it is almost as if you live here.” Abed tells us once she gets to us,The smell of alcohol on her breath reaches me when she laughs, and pulls me in for a hug, Abed’s brows shoot up, mine mirrors the action, we had buried the hatchet, but was a hug not too personal? She releases me and wags a finger in Abed’s direction, “And I can’t believe you finally came here, after all the years I spent begging you to join us.” she turned to me, her eyes narrowed,“Did you do this?”I gulp, then turn to look at him, he rolled his eyes, forcing me to return my eyes to her but I don’t have the answer she wants. Suddenly her eyes brighten, and she laughs, “If you did,

“You want to torture me.” he mumbled then, and even after I changed into one of his extremely large hoodies, and a his sweatpants, he still mumbled. Who cares? I know I didn’t, I was going to spend the night in his room, and in his arms, and nothing could take away my joy. Unless their were creating a boundary on the giant bed, separating us with a wall of pillows. Why does he have so much pillows anyway? I glare at him as he worked, he doesn’t look up once as he fixed the pillows, from the head board to the foot of the bed. “I told you I wasn’t trying to start anything.”He looked up, giving me a once over, before looking at his hand work“I would be if I slept close to you.”I huff, and cross my arms, why was that a bad idea to him? Did he see me complain? “You were able to hold yourself back for years, I think you would do fine just one night.”He looked at me with brows so high, they almost touch his hairline, “The reason I was able to hold back was because you were not in my

The only thing I could hear was my labored breathing, but every part of me felt my heart slamming in my chest, I keep my eyes on him, not blinking once. He stared at me with those dark eyes and I understood what he meant earlier. His hands cup my face, the warmth of his palm against my face, and I lean into it, and then his left hand drops to my neck, and his right hand to the back of my head, a gasp slips out of me, but he muffles the sound with his mouth. His lips were soft and plump against mine, my body melts against his as our lips do a slow dance against each other. The kiss from earlier was rushed, this time, he was taking his time, his mouth moved expertly against my lips. He captures my lower lip in between his mouth, caressing, all the while I was a puddle against his body. My stomach tightened.The hand around my neck drops down and cups my breasts, squeezing gently as he continues to kiss me. I moan into his mouth, his tongue slips into my mouth, pushing it’s way throug