"You're hurting me by not carrying on." He stated weakly; unafraid to look venerable. I found myself trapped in an invisible labyrinth with two destinations leading to not wanting to hurt him and not wanting to stop what we started. 

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the burning sensation I felt at the back of my thighs where his hands rested holding me closer to him. 

The intensity of adrenaline that was pumping through my veins became over bearing and his electric touch took me over the edge making my whole body shudder.

I sighed shakily, not wondering about the consequences that might follow after what I was about to do, I slammed my lips on to his arching my back as I leaned against his large frame while his grip on my thighs tightened lifting me off the ground in one swift motion. 

To place me on his lap while I wrapped my legs around his waist. Although my whole body was screaming in avidity, my mind was genuinely calm, unlike the times when I kissed other boys. 

His hands slid over from my thighs to my hips before snaking one of them around my waist while the other diagonally draped itself across my back pulling me dangerously closer to his chest while his fingers dug in to shoulders.

Our lips danced along in sync like they were made for each other and after a couple of ferocious kisses I felt his tongue skim along my bottom lip asking for entrance and like always my body responded to his actions before my mind comprehended what was going on. 

I slid my hands away from his jaw line only to have one of my arms wrap itself across his shoulders allowing it to rest on the base of his neck while my other hand settled on the back of his head while my elbow relaxed on top of his shoulder. 

I miserably failed to tangle my fingers in his short –almost non-existing- hair, regretting not doing this any time sooner when he had those perfectly thick soft black hairs. 

As soon as I lifted myself up from his lap he let out a heavy groan which was soon replaced a moan when I comfortably settled back down on his lap squeezing my legs together and locking my feet over each other to get closer to his body. 

His arms immediately tightened across my back making me peel my lips off his, gasping for air as I titled my head back while he didn't waste any time attacking the side of my neck as he nibbled and kissed his way down to the baseline of my neck. 

Where he decided to leave his mark by sucking on my skin to a point it started to hurt and I knew it was going to turn raw tomorrow but I didn't care because I desperately wanted to wear his mark.

After he was satisfied with his work, he fisted his fingers in my dark brown curls pulling my face closer to his so he could assault my lips again. I immediately opened my mouth when he lightly bit my bottom lip and allowed him to plunge his tongue inside my mouth possessively.

 I couldn't help but moan into his mouth as his tongue played with mine sending million volts of electricity around my body. I devoured every single taste that he possessed while I helplessly clung to his body never wanting to let go of him. 

To my dismay, our weak lungs gave in soon after, forcing us to separate our lips leaving us to heavily gasp for some oxygen. His breath mingled with mine and tickled my skin due to the proximity of our faces. My eyes were still tightly shut when he leaned forward to his forehead on mine.

"It was better than I imagined..." His voice was barely above a whisper and his breath lingered across my face while he spoke. Untangling his fingers from my hair he leaned away making me flutter my eyes open in confusion. 

He cupped my face and slowly brushed his thumb across my cheek like he was wiping something away. "Told you not to cry for me..." He spoke through gritted teeth making me realised I must have unconsciously allowed some tears to spill out.

"Are you okay?" I asked resting my palms on his chest away from the delicate wounds.

"All better now." He threw a small reassuring smile at my direction.

"We need to get those checked out." I commented as I hovered the tips of my fingers around his wounds.

"They're all fine now." His gaze still fixated on me.

"When's Leila coming home?" I asked again.

"I have no idea why mom isn't here; she should have been here by now. I thought she'd be home by last night but she never came..." He trailed off leaving a sad tone lingering across the room.

"Did you eat?" I quickly shoved him away getting up on my feet when realisation hit me that this boy hadn't eaten since yesterday morning when I last spoke to him.

"Where are you going?" He asked with clear confusion and fear in his voice while his arms were stretched as he was reaching out for me like a little baby scared to let go of something that they want.

"To make you some food" I replied with clear annoyance in my voice. "You've been sitting here, for... how long now... without anything... OH MY GOD what is WRONG with you." I screamed backing away from him towards the door.

"What did I do?" He was clearly startled from my outburst as he got up form the bed making his way towards me ignoring the pain that shot through his body.

"You could have told me when you called me but noo..." I stretched out the 'o' sound while opening the door of his room to head towards the stairs making him follow. "You sat there, without eating or anything... just sat there while the blood dried out and it even got stuck to the pillow cover, I mean do you know how painful that was for me to do that... what is wrong with you?" By the time I was done ranting I found myself scrambling through their cabinets and fridge trying to find something quick to make.

"And why are you mad at me?" He asked leaning against the door frame of the lengthy kitchen. I've been to this house many times before with Shane; Brody always treated me like his little sister and Leila was just as nice as Aunty P. 

They were both high school friends and that's how I think Brody and Shane became good friends themselves. The kitchen was coated with red tiles and black cabinets which looked elegant in my opinion because it looked dark and cryptic. 

They didn't have a middle counter like we did but they had a breakfast bar –with similar colour tone- right at the back of the kitchen.

"Because..." I dropped everything to look at him while I frantically thrashed my arms around. "You don't take care of yourself, those thugs nearly beat you to death and you were sitting there apologising to me yesterday, like who does that?" I kept ranting as he slowly started to walk towards me with a smirk on his face. 

"I mean... what did you think I wouldn't find out... why didn't you ask anyone to come over at least. Why are you so fuc-" My words were cut short by his lips being smashed against mine while both of his hands were on either side of my face holding me in place. 

Although I was furious at him for not telling anyone how much pain he was in, I didn't have the strength to push him away from me as the wrath within me melted away every time our lips moved in sync and by the time he pulled away, I definitely forgot why I was angry at him

"You know you're mad at me for not taking care of myself." He emphasised the words that were directed towards him.

"Yeah I know, damn you and your self-righteousness." I frowned up at him as he still kept my face buried in his palms while my hands gripped on to his biceps.

"Well I'll try to be more selfish next time." He smiled, not taking those hypnotising eyes off my face. "You know you're the first person who's ever screamed at me for not being selfish." He let out a small chuckle when I pushed myself away from his grip.

"Yeah well it pisses me off to think you were here in pain while I was there doing nothing." I stated honestly as I went back to fumbling with two pieces of bread and some ham.

"Why do you always have to help others?" He asked leaning against the counter with his arms tightly crossed over his chest, emphasizing his biceps.

"I guess... I try to help others because I have no idea how to help myself." I answered making him tense up visibly.

"Then let me help you." He snaked his arms around my waist tugging me towards him.

"I'm trying to make something for you to eat." I frowned making him chuckle internally because his body vibrated against my skin but no sound spilled out of his mouth.

"Okay female Gordon Ramsey." His sarcastic comment brought a genuine smile to my lips.

"Hey, he's an awesome chef okay." I bit back.

"Please don't tell me you watch his shows." He scrunched his nose up like a toddler.

"Yeah I do... and what?" I tried to act tough towards him while I handed him the plate of ham sandwich which I cut in half diagonally.

"Tha-" His words were interrupted when I heard a door –which I presume was the front door- being flung open with such intense force, it made the whole house shake like we were caught in a middle of an earth quake.

 I quickly turned around glancing over to Caleb only to find fear flash through his eyes and the moment he stepped forward dragging me behind his gigantic frame, I knew that his fear wasn't directed towards him, it was directed towards me and for my safety. 

My heart nearly flew out of my chest in anxiety when I realised who he could've been trying to protect me from and it made my blood boil to know that he put his life before mine.

"Kira, when I clear the way, I need you to run and not look back."