Amelia's povI'm breathing heavily as adrenaline course through my veins. Her loud shriek had pierced through the noise around and now silence has consumed the room.The sticky pink substance cling to her like a second skin, making her look ridiculous. I refrain from looking beside her at Raiden, bu
Amelia's povThe first brush of his lips on mine felt so good that my toes curled and my body instantly melt into his. The chaos in my mind quieted down, and the storm disappeared.I should have pushed him away then. But I am rooted, completely under his spell.His hands cup my face, pulling me clos
Amelia's povMy thighs spread and he moves between them, fingers gripping and tugging my hair as his tongue seek entrance once more.This time I am not eager to give it to him as I am fighting to be the one in control. I nipped his lower lip, causing him to smirk and chuckle low.I shivered.His fin
Amelia's povI sprinted, my lungs burning, my mind racing just as fast or probably faster than my feet were going. Raiden had ignited a firestorm of chaos within me that made each step I took further away from him, echo into my mind.Shaking off the feeling of his touch, his lips on mine, the taste
Amelia's povIt's been hours since the kiss with Raiden happened. Hours since his lips had touched mine. But it feels as if it had only happened a few seconds ago.Every now and then my lips would tingle, reminding me that he had been there. It's crazy that after eating some snacks, asking Foster fo
Amelia's povHis words. They shouldn't be affecting me this much. With my breath snagged and my pulse racing I remain completely still, scared that I will fall into his trap once more."What are you talking about Raiden," I gripped the mop hard, my fingers shaky. He's too close. Way too close. Let go. Let go. Tell him to let go.He chuckled low and it sent shivers down my spine like a lick of fire. "For someone who's tough and bold, are you about to play the dumb card right now?" He press closer. "You know what I mean Amelia. You know I want you."A sharp gasp escaped my lips and the mop in my hold drops to the floor with a loud smack. "That kiss earlier has haunted my thoughts ever since. I want more and more."I swallowed hard, my heart thrumming against my chest. I don't understand why he's affecting me this much when I still hate him for what he did. He's a bad person. An asshole.Step away Amelia. He's bad news like Foster had warned.I don't know how but I found enough power to
Amelia's povI was surprised to see Dad outside, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the humming vehicle. I winced. I hadn't told him about what I had done or the punishment. I frowned. The principal had called him after all. Spotting me instantly he pushes off the vehicle, glaring down at me as I approach. " I thought we talked about this Amelia? And this time you messed with Raiden?" I rolled my eyes, walking around the hood to the passenger's side. " He started it and he's an ass. Not because he's your boss's son doesn't mean I have to like him." I grumble under my breath as I settle in the seat, buckling up myself securely. Dad sighed heavily as he buckled himself in, his expression tight with frustration and concern. " Amelia, you can't just go about and picking fights, especially not with Raiden. You don't have to like him but please don't look for any trouble." My stare harden as I looked out the window and my eyes land on him across the parking lot. He's a
Amelia's povI hesitated. My lower lip pressed between my teeth hard as my mind race. Why was he here? At this hour in this weather? I sighed. As much as I hate the guy, well pretend to loathe him to the deepest parts of me...I couldn't have him outside in this kind of storm. I reach forward and opened the door a crack, then another when his scent wafted in with the gust of the wind. I embarrassingly took a whiff in, hoping it didn't show on my face. " Raiden?" I said in a clipped tone. " What are you doing on my front porch in this kind of weather?" I asked sarcastically. There must be a good enough reason for this teenage boy to be so soaked on my porch. His hair clings to his forehead, dripping wet. His shirt, everything clings to him like a second skin. I don't want to be caught staring at his toned body so I rip my eyes away and look behind him. A huge mistake when lightning strikes sharply. I hold my breath. " Come in," I rushed, not wanting to see the storm. Why does this g