Chapter Fiftee #5
He zipped himself up and then shuffled, knocking me off him as he caught my shoulders. “I think we’re safe now,” he muttered, getting up and helping me into a stand.
My skin went cold as he pulled his T-shirt down and rubbed a hand over his face. “Thank you for that.”
Patting my shoulder, he started off, walking in the opposite direction to my car.
I stood staring, his jacket still around my shoulders.
It did nothing to warm the chill that had reached into my bones.
He was right, he was numb. Why was I surprised?
I was a stupid woman, who kept the fairytale of romance, even dark romance, alive in her mind.
And that shit wasn’t real.
Still tasting his cum in my mouth, I started to follow him. He had fucked me hard and fast in the past, but as soon as I’d given him something more intimate, he ran. Almost literally. It would’ve been pretty amusing if my chest hadn’t ached.
“Where are you going?” I asked, swearing when my foot caught on a branch.
He appeared beside me, holding my elbow, even though I hadn’t actually fallen.
“Be careful.” He released me. “And be quiet. We'll go to the other side of the woods. There’s a road there, we can walk to my place.”
I stared at the back of his head as he moved in front of me again. “Are you prepared to carry me? I mean, that seems like a hell of a walk.”
Looking over his shoulder, Moth smirked. “I can carry you if you really want. Anything to get away from these trees.”
“And there I was thinking you’d enjoyed your orgasm.” My flippant remark burst from me and the instant regret landed in my stomach.
He spun to me, pushing me until my back was against the tree. His breath was harsh in my face as he scowled.
“Why do you insist on tormenting me?” He stared into my eyes. “You suck my cock, but you can’t just leave it there, despite my warning. You’ve convinced yourself that I’m a fucking hero in dark clothing. But I’m broken and I can never give you what you want.”
“I..I…” My stuttering warmed my cheeks as I shook my head slowly.
Moth shoved away from me and we walked without talking, the call of the owl, or the scurry of a creature, the only sounds around us.
The glare of a streetlamp through the trees caught my eye.
Instead of informing Moth, who no doubt saw it too, I clenched my hands at my sides and prepared to part ways.
I wouldn’t be going back to his place, that would be beyond stupid.
I had my phone, which would guide me home.
His threats of not getting involved were real, really real. I had to get it into my skull.
“There’s the road,” Moth announced, heading straight towards the light.
I murmured without saying anything, following him through the thicket and out onto the concrete surface. There were trees on either side. This was the road near the bridge, which wasn’t too far ahead.
“Ironic,” I muttered, starting towards it.
Moth’s footsteps were loud behind me. “What's ironic?”
Hugging myself, I kept walking, coming to a stop just before we reached the metal railings that rose up above our heads. I took off his jacket, turned and handed it back to him. He frowned down at it.
“This bridge is a fucking metaphor for our relationship.” Fury rose as heat coursed through me and I spun, marching as fast as I could away from him.
“Huh?” he called after me. “What do you mean? And why are you giving back the jacket? It’s cold, you need to put it on.”
I rubbed my arms, cursing the thin material of my cute top. Although, if he carried on, the anger would warm me up perfectly fine.
“Neither one of us are ready to jump off, but we keep getting drawn back to the fucking bridge.” Waving a hand in dismissal at my less than smooth explanation, I kept going, ignoring him until something whacked into my back.
Growling, I turned to face him, glaring down at the jacket that now sat on the ground in front of me.
“Seriously?” I raised my eyebrows. “You just threw your jacket at me?”
“You…” He lurched towards me, his hand clenching into a fist, right in front of my face.
“…are so fucking irritating. It’s like you crawl under my skin and scratch it, forcing me to take notice.
Even though I’m trying my fucking hardest to protect you from me.
I will only hurt you. Please, just understand that. ”
The fight in me ebbed as his eyes begged me, pleading for me to let him go. My gaze slipped to the metal railings of the bridge behind him, reminding me of the oath he’d made to his friends, to his brother.
“You don't want to get close to me? Or you can’t?” I indicated the bridge.
He glanced over his shoulder briefly before looking back. His eyes were covered with a wet film and he shook his head to clear it. His jaw tightened and his gaze hardened.
“One day, in the not too distant future,” he said, holding his arms to the side rigidly, “once I’ve finished what I’ve set out to do, I will jump off that bridge.”
I gasped, about to open my mouth and reply. He put a finger over my mouth, silencing me forcefully.
“And nothing that anyone says or does, will stop me from seeing my brother, my twin, again. Not even you.”