Chapter thirteen

A month passed, quicker than I could have ever imagined. Me and Winter grew closer, and I somehow found myself focusing on the boy every day. He was everything I had. On Winter's property, it was only him, the dogs, and a few bodyguards. I never heard anyone knocking on the door. I never even heard a phone ring. But isolation was always something I liked. I dreamed about becoming a hermit with a house like Winter's.

During the month, days passed as quickly as minutes. I read heaps of books, listened to Winter play music, watched him paint, and ignored the world around us.

There was still no sign of payment from my parents. It was only when Victor came in while Winter and I were sitting on the floor playing chess that I came to discover this fact.

"Still no answer from Dan, sir," Victor told Winter.

It really hurt.

My chest tightened and I found myself actually holding back tears. The lump in my throat was hard to swallow. I lowered my vision to the floor and dug my nails into my thigh, resisting the urge to scream.

I knew my family didn't love me as much as they loved Jacob and Justin, but the reality was still hitting my hard. Its one thing to understand, its something different entirely to experience it. I wanted to scream, to shout, to storm back to my apartment and deck Dan in the nose.

Because he didn't love me.

Because a fucking boy who I had never met until a month ago looked after and paid more attention to me than my own fucking family.

Because somehow, some-fucking-how, all I wanted was my family's love. My grandmother's warm hugs, my mother's proud look. Jacob and Justin's admiration. Most importantly, my father's love. I never got to experience it, and if I was stuck living with a kidnapper and stalker my entire life, then I never would.

Winter opened his mouth to answer Victor when I looked up, but stopped. His eyes softened when he saw the look on my face, and his fingers twitched towards me, as if he was holding back from touching me. "Okay," Winter said quietly to Victor. "We'll talk about this later."

Victor left, locking the door behind him. Then, it was just me and Winter, sitting in silence. I moved one of my knights backwards, knowing that Winter could take it, but to my confusion he moved the chess board aside and wriggled forward. "Are you okay?" He murmured softly to me, tilting his head.

"I'm fine," I forced out, not wanting to cry in front of him. "Its your turn."

Winter ignored the chess board. "You're not fine."

"I..."

"I'd pay any money to have you," He smiled at me, tipping my chin up to look at me with a single finger. I found myself holding back a smile, wanting to hug him.

Instead, I just joked, "I'm not a prostitute. You can't buy me."

Winter pouted, playing along. "Aw, but it would be so much easier!" He whined. That time, I did actually laugh, which only made him grin wider. He continued. "What am I supposed to do with my money now, if I can't buy your affection?"

"Like you could afford me," I retorted, the heaviness lifting off my chest as we continued to tease and playfully bully one another.

"Oh, I'd only need to pay a couple hundred," Winter said casually. "After the first touch, you'd be paying me."

I felt a blush spreading up my cheeks at his comeback, and found myself looking down at his lips and then his fingers. "O-oh yeah?" I stammered. "Prove it, tough guy."

"If you so much insist, sweetheart," Now he was leaning forward, our faces inches away from each other.

The pet name caused me to blush even harder, but calling me sweetheart was nothing compared to what he did next. His fingers traced up my chest, making me shiver. "Okay," I forced out. "Okay, okay. Jokes over."

"Tell me if you really want me to stop," Winter replied sweetly, his eyes locked with mine. I felt his cold fingers moving up my shirt, causing me to yelp and squirm.

Psycho, psycho, psycho! Psycho!

And yet... I found myself not wanting him to stop.

So I just sat there, wide eyed, letting him slide his hand up my shirt and over my ribs. "Skinny," He said curiously, as if he was studying an art exhibit rather than touching me in places nobody had touched me before. "You should eat more, Jacey."

He genuinely sounded concerned, but I instead directed my eyes to his lips, which were pink and wet as he gnawed on his bottom lip in interest. "Um..." I tried to speak, but instead drew in a sharp breath as he leaned closer, our lips nearly touching.

I suddenly fell back, landing on my elbows and staring up at Winter's electric blue eyes. He smiled, crawling on top of me and withdrawing his hand from underneath my sweater. "Has anybody ever told you that you're gorgeous?" He whispered. I wanted to tell him no, no one ever had, because I'm not, but the words were caught in my throat as I stared at him. "Hm," He mused. "I suppose not. But you are gorgeous. So, so gorgeous."

He was so close to me. Oh my god. I need to get away from here.

I'm feeling things. This is bad.

I tried to sit up, but he calmly pushed me back down, sitting up on my lap instead. His hands curled around my wrists, forcing them back down onto the floor. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. Everything about this was wrong, so wrong. I had to get away from him.

But I didn't want to, why the fuck didn't I want to?

"W-Winter-" I started, but he put his finger over my lips.

"Shush, Jacey. You have any idea how long I've waited for this?"

"For what?" I managed to say. Oh, my fucking god, my heart. It wouldn't stop beating fast, like I was running a marathon rather than sitting on the floor with a boy on top of me. Winter's face was so close to mine, I could make out every perfect detail. His blue eyes had a few speck of dark blue and waves of green, like somebody had put an exact replica of the ocean in his eyes. There was two freckles above his left eyebrow, like a piercing. His lips curved up naturally, with a little grove on the bottom one like he had been chewing it until it had bled.

He was perfect, so perfect. I couldn't find a single flaw in this boy's face. It was driving me insane. He was driving me insane.

"For you," He answered, letting go of my wrists and instead cupping my face.

I didn't know what to do as he moved forward, giving me plenty of chances to pull away, to tell him to stop. But I didn't, and then our lips were connecting and I felt like I was on fire.

The air was static. My ears were ringing. All I knew was Winter, all I knew was that he was on me and I... I liked it.

It was my first kiss. I had always thought that during my first, I wouldn't actually enjoy it. I would be able to stop whenever I wanted to. But I couldn't. I couldn't pull away from him. He was addicting, driving me insane and making me want more. More, more, more.

I was kissing Winter, the snowy-haired genius who kidnapped me and I couldn't stop.

His tongue ran along my lips, silently asking me to let him in. I opened my mouth a little wider, trying to resist a moan as he nibbled at my bottom lip. I slid my hand up his shirt and felt him do the same thing to me.

One of his hands went down to my leg but the other stayed on my chest, rubbing circles around my prominent ribs. The hand on my leg moved to my thigh, and then up even further. I felt the blood rush downwards as he palmed me through my jeans, and a squeak escaped from my mouth. My eyes flew open, and I pushed Winter away from me, panting. "Fuck!" I swore, covering my face with my hands before standing up and pacing across the floor.

I just made out with Winter. Winter, as in the guy who fucking kidnapped me. I kissed him. And I liked it!

"Jace?" Winter asked, sounding concerned and amused at the same time. He saw. He knew. It was humiliating and terrifying and embarrassing all at the same time. I didn't answer. I just rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaning against it and pressing my hand against the tent on my pants.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I ran a bath, praying that Winter wouldn't walk in. I was going to stay in here until he went away.

No. Screw that. I was going to stay in here until I starved to death.

"Jace, whatcha doing in there?" Winter asked from the other side of the door.

"Piss off!" I shouted, scrunching my hands up in my hair and resisting the urge to scream.

"Aw, now that's not nice. Didn't your Mum ever teach you not to swear?"

My Mum. He had the nerve to mention my Mum now. Hell fucking no. I threw the door open and stared at him with such a cold glare even he looked surprised. "Don't you fucking mention my Mum!" I snapped at him. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be stuck in this fucking hell hole. I would be with her right now! Now, if I were you, I'd leave me alone before I punch you in your stupid perfect little face."

Winter twitched. His mouth suddenly curled up into a snarl and his eyes went colder. Even his posture became more stiff, like I had triggered him. Something about him changed, and it was unnerving. His voice went slightly deeper as he spoke. "I'd like to see you try, kid," He growled back at me.

Well, he asked for it. Despite his sudden change in attitude, I had enough adrenaline to throw a punch. He caught my fist and he slammed me against the wall. I yelped as my back hit the brick, hard. "Fucking pathetic," He snarled. "You're so weak," He spat at me. "I don't know why Winter tolerates you."

I stared at him. He released me and stepped back. "Go and jerk off or whatever. But don't you dare break Winter's heart, you little piece of shit."

I flinched as he slammed the door.

Author's Note:

1014 WORDS! YAY! FUCKING FINALLY! edit: now, its close to 2000.

I find it interesting to go through my old work. This was how I used to write about kisses. Isnt it kind of weird? My writing has changed a lot since then. Kind of lol.

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Thanks for reading my darlings!

Xoxoxo,

-Kai

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