Milo stared at her, continued to stare, and it was all Braelyn could do to try and breathe. Something was wrong with her; didnít he see that? It was more than just the dating a Muggleborn thing, more than being a girl in her family, and more than being sick a lot of the time. Something was legitimately wrong with her. It must be why she kept saying things she couldnít say, would never say normally.
Her heart pounded faster, little by little and beat by beat, the longer Milo stared at her. As his expression changed, so did hers. She felt like she was panicking. Her usually blank expression used to hide everything was suddenly breaking. Braelyn was afraid. Milo himself didnít scare her, but the actions he was taking to try and pull her away from Andersson frightened her. They lived together; what if Milo attacked Andersson in his sleep one night? What if her father really did want her to marry Milo and that was why he wanted to get closer to the Sarkes family?
This kind of closer seemed to be exactly the thing Father would want.
She began to protest again, words bubbling out that did not need to be said, but Milo stopped her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. His painful grip left her arms and she could only look up at him. Why was he trying so hard?
There was a clenching in her chest as he held them close, closer than sheíd ever physically been to anyone before, and he kissed her again. Her mind could barely focus on one thing at a time.
Their bodies pressed together (Andersson respects my boundaries).
Miloís smell, his taste, his touch, the kiss becoming softer yet still as aggressive and desperate.
Definitely his taste (except Iím not kissing him back).
Her physical and emotional response of kissing someone back who cared about her so much but showed it in all the wrong ways (canít breathe, canít breathe!).
Change. Braelyn Adams did not like change of any kind, especially radical, sudden change. This was too much at once. She felt the panic racing to her heart, making her dizzy and unsure on her feet. There were brief moments where she felt Milo was the only reason she was still standing.
Then he pulled away. The small space he had created left part of Braelyn cold, but that didnít matter to her at the moment. She couldnít find her breath; she couldnít stop her heart from racing, pounding horribly. It was like the attacks she got when she was a child, like the one that made her pass out and get sick at Anderssonís over the summer.
Milo opened his eyes, finally opened his eyes, and Braelyn gasped for air against her panic. She maintained her grip on the front of his shirt (When did I do that?) and opened her mouth a few times to try and speak. Her head was swimming and foggy. ďM-Milo--!Ē She didnít get anything else out before the room spun and her knees buckled and she collapsed, unconscious, into him.
He had given Braelyn all the words he had. Still she didnít understand, or couldnít, or refused to. He felt her still in his arms. He pressed his lips against hers just a little harder, wondering if... more
Well, I've definitely fallen... Braelyn,Fri Jan 6 19:35
He was slightly pulled into her body as much as she was leaning into his, her fingers gripping his robes. He wasnít thinking anything as he watched her, simply continuing to gaze down at her, her... more