Page 34 of The General's Captive
“What are you trying to say?” I shook my head, trying to make sense of where this was coming from.
“I am sick of pretending. I can’t do it anymore, Alex.”
I swallowed hard and, I swear, I nearly choked on it when he raised his hand to cup my cheek, his thumb caressing where my tears had fallen before reaching my room.
“I don’t understand, what are you trying to tell me here?” I asked, my voice sounding far too vulnerable.
“Life is too short to spend it trying to fool yourself.”
“Fool yourself about what?”
He shook his head a little.
“I don’t want to be your friend, Alex,” he stated, making me gasp as pain sliced across my heart.
To know that all these years he had, what…? Been pretending to be my friend? Why? Did he feel sorry for me? Feel bad because I saved his life after he had first saved mine?
My anger grew as I scowled up at him and said, “Then don’t be!”
I turned around ready to run out of there, which was when he grabbed my hand and spun me back to face him, his hands came to my waist, keeping me from escaping.
“What do you want?!” I shouted this time, the tears starting to fall, but he gave me a tender look and replied,
“Don’t you know by now…? What I have wanted for the last two and half years since I first met a silly girl who couldn’t shoot for shit and has a terrible singing voice… who ended up being…the bravest fucking girl I know,”he added this with a reverent tone, making my heart hammer in my chest for new reasons.
I swear it was close to bursting when he raised his hand up and lifted my chin with his thumb. Meaning I had no choice butto look into his unwavering eyes, before he then finished telling me what he wanted…
“So, you want to know what I want, Alex, it’s simple…I want you.”
I gasped as shock tore through me. My legs felt like they were going to give out as I processed the words. Words I had been dreaming he would one day say to me.
“Me?” I asked, making him grin as he lowered his lips closer to mine so he could whisper,
“It’s always been you.”
I sighed into him, my heart soaring and making me ask stupid questions as he started to cut the rest of the minute space between us.
“What are you doing?”I asked nervously, as if this would make it more real.
I watched as he grinned that smile I adored, the one that always seemed to be reserved just for me. Only I was too convinced I was forever in the friend zone to notice. Well, now I noticed, and I was about to feel it too as he whispered over my lips,
“Kissing you, cute girl.”
Then our lips finally met like two pieces of a fated puzzle. I had wanted this for so long and now it was here, his perfectly soft lips blending with mine. His sweet, wet tongue slipping inside and teasing my own.
I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips, begging him for more, and he seemed to be in the same mind set. I felt his hands fist the material at my back as the kiss intensified. My black t-shirt stretching tightly across my breasts as if he wanted to tear the thing off me. Everything I wore felt uncomfortable, and my body yearned to be naked, skin to skin. I was even cursing the thick material of my camo pants, as they rubbed uncomfortably against my skin. My restless body just wanted totake this further, starting with pushing him back on the bed and turning another dream of mine into reality.
I threw my arms up around his neck, my fingers running through his hair before holding on, intent on keeping him as close to me as possible. I could barely believe this was actually happening. But then our lips broke apart when he pulled back slightly to rest his forehead against my own.
Then he breathed out,“Christ, I have the worst timing.”
I chuckled and had to agree,
“Yeah, not gonna disagree with you there, especially when we could have been doing that for the last two years.”
He laughed and pulled back further, cupping my cheeks and looking at me. His eyes heated as they roamed my features.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said through deep breaths, his eyes then travelling down my body like he had just found buried treasure.
