Almost Unbreakable

"This is so wrong..." I breathed out as his hands ran across my smooth skin. I tangled my fingers in his long black hair, as his pierced lips moved to my neck.

Between kisses he whispered, "Nothing is wrong with us. We're titanium." His glanced up at me, and I shuddered at his crystal blue eyes.

"Okay."

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~Three Months Prior~

I walked up the stairs into my parents large mansion home. After a long senior year at Claremont McKenna College, I was returning home.

As I pushed the doors open, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. Inside this house were my parents, and my fiancé, Brett.

I had always heard the word 'fiancé' used as a term of endearment. To me it felt like speaking my own torture. Falling in love is supposed to be like melting butter. Smooth, and easy.

With Brett, I'm only trying to please my parents. Though every time he was near me I felt like another pair of handcuffs was being placed around my wrists.

I've only been in love with someone once in my life, and it was only for a little while. I went to high school in Ohio. At a boarding school called Omalley and Henry's.

My friends, and I went out into town and we met up with a few guys. I furthered my relationship with one of them, and then he left, to be in a band or something. I had never been so heart broken, and I vowed to never fall in love with anyone ever again.

I went to college that next year, and became emerged in my schoolwork. I wanted to be a writer, and with a lot of work I eventually graduated a year early. By then I had been dating Brett for a while, and he proposed and I said yes.

I wasn't in love, not even close. But I didn't care, I just wanted to please my parents.

That's exactly what I was anticipating on happening. Or so I thought.

Notes

And a story is born:)