Owned By The Enemy

wearing the oversized white shirt he'd given her last night. Morning sunlight spille

omething out of a magazine.

fingers. Click. Snap. Click. The tiny sou

y now. But this silence? This felt l

ice cut into the quiet. Deep.

grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The sharp lines of his bod

Your apartment's too quiet. No creak

de. "I thought

it felt like the wa

es. "The locket," he nodded toward her hand.

it. "Because it s

ehind at the c

. "You went

ee it again. I don't know why. Maybe I tho

ere they'd first said 'I love you.' Where t

e back," she whispered.

are

followed was he

said slowly, standing. "A

ted over his skin with every movement. "Be

k I knew what my father was d

anything. He d

s? You think I was the pretty little pawn sent to di

n't sa

u thoug

on cracking through the calm. "You disappeared. The trial start

t. My phone wouldn't stop ringing. I lost my scholarships, my ap

nd herself. "I couldn't b

enched. "Y

e whispered. "Not

ser, but she h

embling. "Don't make this m

. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and c

tears blurrin

"Even when I thought the wors

relive - but couldn't resist. She leaned into his touch,

k I was part of

s head. "No

she kis

trapped in the chest for years. His arms wrapped around her, one

ed everything their h

irst, breathless. "T

said. "But

phone buzzed

ed. "Ign

away, wrapping the locket

er eye - a faint s

d slowly. "There's s

tur

more than just the locket,"

ic

mpartment

a micro m

ered. "What the

n an instant. "Where did you sa

ve it to me for graduation, but.

plucking the memor

n it," he said, already

-Domi

y he

closed be

ng in the middle of the r

pened a door neither o