Escaping Grace

Andys POV


Leah had her back to me as she slept, and I gazed at the scars that ravaged her skin. She hadn't wanted me touching her back, and she hadn't told me about them.
I leaned over, pressing my lips against the slim scar that ran down her shoulder. I wanted to know how she got these, sho put them there and why. I wanted her to trust me and tell me on her own time, though.
She was so secretive about her past and her family, and I knew if I tried to drag it out of her it would probably be the worst fight we'd ever have.
I shifted uncomfortably.
I hated fighting with her, but she was the most stubborn and closed off woman I had ever met, which had been great originally. But now I did want to know her better and she wasn't forthcoming at all.
I sighed, turning to look at her again.
I let my hand trail softly down her back; I didn't want to wake her, not when she had such bad nightmares. She'd woke me up a few times when she'd been staying with me, and it generally took hours for her to calm down, even with me holding her.
I stopped at one particular scar, it probably the worst out of all of them. I let my thumb glide over it; why would someone do this?
Leah stirred slightly at my touch, and I let my hand fall back onto the bed.
I had fucked up our agreement so bad.
The deal was fun sex, no attachments. The sex was still great, but the attachment was becoming an issue.
Leah hadn't shown that anything had changed, not emotionally anyhow. And I didn't wanna freak her out by telling her I actually liked her.
Her words from the interview ran through my mind every time I thought about it; I don't date.
And I didn't blame her after her past.
But I did want to change her future.
Fuck, I needed to get ahold of myself. I rolled onto my back, aggravated. I was too attached, and I needed some distance. If I kept this up I'd be asking her to marry me in a few months.
I needed to smoke.
I glanced over again.
Maybe it was because she'd been the only one I'd been sleeping with since I met her. If I slept with someone else it might make a difference.
But what if it hurt her feelings?
What the hell does that matter? I'm not her boyfriend, I don't owe her any loyalty.
Did I?
As far as I knew she hadn't slept with anyone else, but I wasn't going to doubt that. It just wasn't Leahs style; I think I was lucky she was even sleeping with me.
Hell, I knew I was lucky. She was a wonder in the sack, and would probably punch me if I ever said that out loud.
My lips twitched.
Leah shifted again, and I rose slightly, seeing her face pinch Like when she was starting to get a nightmare.
I pulled her against me, her back against my chest, feeling how cold she was. I pulled the sheet higher on us, despite I was burning up.
She settled after a few minutes, and I let my breath go. Maybe I just needed to break our deal, I reasoned. I'd considered punching that fans lights out earlier tonight when I'd saw him talking to her, and I hadn't liked how the guys had been looking at her in the club either.
Chances are that would only get worse if I stayed like this.
Chances were that I was going to stay like this.
I pressed my lips into her hair, inhaling her perfume. She always smelled like warm vanilla, and the scent was still in my apartment. Whatever perfume she used I hoped she never stopped.
I had become so whipped, I realized, and she wasn't even my girlfriend, hadn't tried to be whatsoever. She'd not wanted anything to do with me like that until I'd forced the issue.
I'd literally chased this girl and seduced her.
I grimaced.
So much for my badassery.
Leah shifted again, and then stretched sleepily. "Andy?" she mumbled, and I tightened my arms.
"I'm here, angel."
She turned her head, and gave me a sleepy smile.
She was like looking at heaven in the morning.
She shifted again until she was facing me, flushed. One day she would tell me about her scars, and I would kiss all of them on her skin.
"Hey," I said softly, caressing her face. She smiled, and turned to press a kiss to my palm. Her lips were soft as always, and so ready to be kissed again.
I leaned forward until we were nose to nose, gazing at her eyes. They were a vibrant green, and reminded me of a cats.
I let my hand tangle in her blonde hair.
"Sleep well?" I asked, her eyes closing again.
"Mhmhmm."
She snuggled up to me, and gave a content sigh as I wrapped her in my arms again.
I had to admit, I'd panicked when I realized I was out of condoms. That never happened to me.
Maybe Ashley wouldn't mind that I'd used some of his.
At least I could count on him to always be stocked.
Sad thing was, I probably would've slept with her anyway, consequences be damned.
I really needed to get some distance before this got too out of hand with her.
I pressed a kiss to her nose, and she opened her eyes. "How long have you been awake?" she mumbled, propping herself up above me.
"I dunno. A little while."
She glanced at the clock, and frowned. "I should probably get back to my room, " she said, and I shook my head. I pulled her on my chest, brushing at the hair that struggled down around her face. I didn't want her to go yet.
"Stay a while longer," I said. "Ash won't be back for hours."
"And how do you know?"
"He's a creature of habit."
She hesitated, but relented, and pressed a kiss against my chest. I felt blessed for every tattoo I had now, especially since I knew how much she liked them. I shifted, and then rolled, pulling her under me..
"I don't think we concluded last night," I murmured into her ear, amd I felt her smile.
"I can barely walk I bet," she answered, and her fingers brushed my back where I could still feel the marks from her nails.
Girl knew how to claim her territory.
I frowned at myself. I ignored the thought, and then kissed my way down to her stomach.
And, to take my que from Fallout Boy.
"Sugar," I murmured, "I'm going down."

Notes

I threw in a Pierce the Veil reference! Props if you catch it :D I'm super excited for the upcoming updates because of the drama that is about to come forth! Tell me what you think might be about to happen ;D