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Hi s chest was heaving when he turned around. His fists were clenched at his sides. Sweat was now dripping down the ridge of his nose and running down his defined cheekbones. Slowly, he ran his palm across his mouth as if to wipe the taste of something from it. He refused to make eye contact with me as he walked to the other side of the room.
"I can't leave you here. You'll have to come with me ," he said, slamming a drawer closed.
I sat silently , trying to decide where I'd be safer. Alone in this room with the possibility of God knows what finding me, or alone… with him.
"Come on," he called from the other room.
I couldn't make myself move.
"Brooke?" His footsteps stomped across the tiled floor.
I could feel him standing behind me. Closing my eyes, the hair on my arms stood on end. The sensation that had washed over me was one that makes your blood run cold. The feeling when you're all alone somewhere in the middle of the night and you get a sudden chill. You know there's no one there, but you still feel an eerie presence that makes your feet run furiously away. That was the feeling his presence struck within me.
Terrified, I carefully rose from the couch, afraid to make a sudden movement. I tried to control my breathing, tried to still the tremble in my lips and hands. I didn't want him to know I was afraid of him.
Looking at me and realizing how terrified I was, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "Damn." He whispered the word so low that I was barely able to make it out. "You're afraid?” He stared at me, his eyes narrowed as he studied me. “You see now what I really am, love? You loved me before – do you not love me now?"
Swallowing, my answer came o ut as a labored breath. "I do."
H e shook his head fervently and laughed. "I'd never hurt you. I wouldn't allow myself to. I am in control of my desires with you." He reached out to me and grabbed my hand. His palm was clammy and his hand was shaking. "But I'll not be a fool and think I can control this damned curse forever. It's called a curse for a reason. An addiction – stronger than any vice man could ever fathom."
He dragg ed me toward the exit. "I can’t leave you here." Turning, his gaze fixed on me, and for a fleeting moment the green color of his eyes returned. "No matter what monster I may be inside, that doesn't change the fact that I love you. Things I must do – they're not my choice. I'm enslaved to them. Just..." His hand ran over the top of his head, smoothing out the waves of his hair. "Just do as I say, aye?" A look of regret washed over his face.
I nodded and f ollowed him into the bright hallway of the hotel. As we made our way out of the lobby, panic crept through me. Gavin angrily pushed open the door, the back of it slamming against the building. The night air was chilled and a dense fog clung to the ground. Gavin walked, dragging me behind him. Every so often a low growl came from his throat, sending a wave of fear crashing through me.
I watched as m y feet splashed through puddles that had collected in the crevices of the cobblestone street, afraid to look up. I was terrified that somehow Gavin would’ve transformed into some beast, some grotesque monster to match the demeanor that had possessed him.
My shoulder brushed against a man we were passing and paranoia choked me. Gavin had been so persistent that we had to be careful about being seen, and now I was being hauled through crowded streets by a man whose presence was anything but discreet. My hold on Gavin's hand tightened. "What if someone sees us?"
Gavin ignored my question.
“Gavin?”
His grip on my hand grew harder. “Would you please –” he shouted, before pausing to blow a calming breath through his lips. Regaining the collected demeanor I’d grown to know, he continued, “Please, stop making this so hard. Having you so close to me has never been so trying. The restraint I’m maintaining right now to not suck the marrow of your life
Hi s chest was heaving when he turned around. His fists were clenched at his sides. Sweat was now dripping down the ridge of his nose and running down his defined cheekbones. Slowly, he ran his palm across his mouth as if to wipe the taste of something from it. He refused to make eye contact with me as he walked to the other side of the room.
"I can't leave you here. You'll have to come with me ," he said, slamming a drawer closed.
I sat silently , trying to decide where I'd be safer. Alone in this room with the possibility of God knows what finding me, or alone… with him.
"Come on," he called from the other room.
I couldn't make myself move.
"Brooke?" His footsteps stomped across the tiled floor.
I could feel him standing behind me. Closing my eyes, the hair on my arms stood on end. The sensation that had washed over me was one that makes your blood run cold. The feeling when you're all alone somewhere in the middle of the night and you get a sudden chill. You know there's no one there, but you still feel an eerie presence that makes your feet run furiously away. That was the feeling his presence struck within me.
Terrified, I carefully rose from the couch, afraid to make a sudden movement. I tried to control my breathing, tried to still the tremble in my lips and hands. I didn't want him to know I was afraid of him.
Looking at me and realizing how terrified I was, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "Damn." He whispered the word so low that I was barely able to make it out. "You're afraid?” He stared at me, his eyes narrowed as he studied me. “You see now what I really am, love? You loved me before – do you not love me now?"
Swallowing, my answer came o ut as a labored breath. "I do."
H e shook his head fervently and laughed. "I'd never hurt you. I wouldn't allow myself to. I am in control of my desires with you." He reached out to me and grabbed my hand. His palm was clammy and his hand was shaking. "But I'll not be a fool and think I can control this damned curse forever. It's called a curse for a reason. An addiction – stronger than any vice man could ever fathom."
He dragg ed me toward the exit. "I can’t leave you here." Turning, his gaze fixed on me, and for a fleeting moment the green color of his eyes returned. "No matter what monster I may be inside, that doesn't change the fact that I love you. Things I must do – they're not my choice. I'm enslaved to them. Just..." His hand ran over the top of his head, smoothing out the waves of his hair. "Just do as I say, aye?" A look of regret washed over his face.
I nodded and f ollowed him into the bright hallway of the hotel. As we made our way out of the lobby, panic crept through me. Gavin angrily pushed open the door, the back of it slamming against the building. The night air was chilled and a dense fog clung to the ground. Gavin walked, dragging me behind him. Every so often a low growl came from his throat, sending a wave of fear crashing through me.
I watched as m y feet splashed through puddles that had collected in the crevices of the cobblestone street, afraid to look up. I was terrified that somehow Gavin would’ve transformed into some beast, some grotesque monster to match the demeanor that had possessed him.
My shoulder brushed against a man we were passing and paranoia choked me. Gavin had been so persistent that we had to be careful about being seen, and now I was being hauled through crowded streets by a man whose presence was anything but discreet. My hold on Gavin's hand tightened. "What if someone sees us?"
Gavin ignored my question.
“Gavin?”
His grip on my hand grew harder. “Would you please –” he shouted, before pausing to blow a calming breath through his lips. Regaining the collected demeanor I’d grown to know, he continued, “Please, stop making this so hard. Having you so close to me has never been so trying. The restraint I’m maintaining right now to not suck the marrow of your life
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