Devour

"Let go of me!" I yelled as I jerked my arm out of his grip. He smirked and opened the car door for me. I sat down and crossed my arms. He closed the door.

He walked around the front of the car and got in the drivers side. He sat down, put his seat belt on and sat there.

I stared at him causing him to snicker.

"Stop being a baby." He laughed. I cracked a smile at his laugh, he sounded like he was happily choking.

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"I can't believe you punched her." Ville said as he unlocked the door to his hotel room. Somehow he had convinced me to come with him. I wanted to.

We walked inside, he closed the door, threw off his jacket and smirked. I recognized that smirk. I wish I didn't remember so much about him. How his skin felt against mine, the way he moved, the way he smells...

He inched closer to me, "I missed you, Alice."

I looked at the floor.

He put his hand on my hip and I closed my eyes to the spark. He pulled me close to him. I found my head pressed flesh against that familiar spot on his chest.

"I missed you too, Ville. I just...it's going to take more than this to fix it."

He never said a word, just hummed under his breath.

"I need to check on Jacob." I said as I pulled away from him. I sat down on the bed and fished for my cell phone in my pocket. I looked through the missed calls, Bam called eight times. A tense silence hung thick in the air. I glanced at Ville, he stared at his feet.

"What's he like?" Ville asked hastily, like he was scared I'd leave before he could ask.

"He's just like you. He hates meat, he's skinny, he has brown hair, he has to have an explanation for everything, anything you do he does pretty much. He's even tempered like you." I said as I dialed my parent's phone number.

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I had no idea what his intentions were. All I knew was he seemed like his old self; quiet and inquisitive. He slid my hoodie off and the rest of the clothes poured off.

Lay, lady lay, lay across my big brass bed. Whatever colors you have in mind, I'll show them to you. Stay, lady stay with your man...His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean and you're the best thing that he's ever seen.

Souls met, walls fell and most of all I was in love again. I felt happy with just being myself, for the first time in years. I never meant that I wanted to be in a relationship again. I just wanted him like this forever.

All that would be over in the morning. Our past would be knocking at the door. We would be the same old Alice and the same old Ville stuck between the same old rock and the same old hard place.