I sat on Diane's bed, still trying to sort through everything. I tried to remember how simple my life used to be and couldn't. Someone knocked on the door, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Come in,” I sighed, not really interesting in talking. Outside it wasn't dark enough yet for us to leave. William shut the door behind him and I straightened a little. I'd changed out of the ripped clothes at least. If William noticed he didn't show it, leaning against the door and looking far away. I stood up slowly, walking towards him.”Are you okay?” I asked. He let out a short laugh at the words and looked at me, classic smirk in place. He frowned suddenly, noticing something. I followed his line of sight and covered the bite marks, embarrassed.
“Once this is all over,” he muttered. “I am going to kill Francis myself.”
“You never know,” I replied. “He could actually become a decent guy without Gregory around,” I suggested. He laughed at the suggestion, shaking his head. He moved his eyes to me, studying me calmly.
“How do you do that?” he asked, surprising me.
“Do what?” I asked.
“Forgive people,” he said. I blinked at the question, surprised. I don't think it's one I'd ever heard before.
“I don't know,” I said, running a hand through my hair with a nervous laugh. “I just know some people deserve a second chance, and some don't,” I said. I couldn't help a bitter thought about Riley at the last part. His lips parted slightly and a smile formed on his lips. There was something new about the was he was watching me and it was kind of weirding me out.
“What?” I asked bluntly.
“Nothing,” he murmured, looking away, a smirk forming. It faded quickly, his face pulling with something new.
“I was worried I lost you there,” he whispered, returning his gaze to me.
“Sorry to disappoint, but I'm still here,” I joked, shutting my eyes as I spoke. When I opened them he was a lot closer.
“Yeah, you are,” William stated. I frowned at the words. I expected the usual banter but something about him was different. It wasn't like Francis when he'd been unstable and ready to break anything. This was more … scared. I didn't know how that was possible though. William stepped forward, cupping my face with both hands suddenly. “I don't know what I would've done if they hurt you,” he whispered, his eyes meeting mine. I felt the urge to make a joke ad squashed it. I had a feeling jokes were a bad idea now. I could feel my heart gaining speed at the way he was looking at me.
He lowered his head and I knew he was going to kiss me. I had to step away. Everything was too complicated, this would be too much. I couldn't. Instead I met him halfway. His lips were exactly as I remember and I felt something deep inside spark in response. This kiss wasn't like the first though. Last time had been casual passion and fire. This was slower, his lips a gentle pressure over mine. His arms wrapped round mine, pressing my arms to his chest. I gripped his shirt as we kissed, willing him to move closer. He parted his lips and pulled away slightly, studying me.
“This is still a bad idea,” I said, reading his mind.
“I don't care,” he said. “I felt what it was like to almost lose you, so now I'm being selfish. Does that bother you?” he asked. I hesitated, I'd never expected him to ask me something like that. The force of the intensity in his blue eyes was staggering, in both a terrifying and beautiful way.
“No,” I replied. I pushed onto my tip toes and kissed him again and felt the flames grow. He pulled me closer and walked me backwards until we hit the bed, falling down. I felt my breathing hitch as his body moved over mine. His hands were feather soft over my skin, and yet he left burning heat in their wake.