Psych Me Out
Dreamy627
romance
romance
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Stella Lockhart is a beautiful girl who often got made fun of through her childhood for her darker tastes in things. Her parents were addicts of sorts and people picked at her forc...9. Impulse
Stella Lockhart
We stood in line, it was very long, very cold.
He bought me a black hoodie with a cliche horror saying on the back.
He smiled down at me.
"Your nose is red." He gently touched it and I sniffled.
"I bet. Are you not cold?"
"Not too bad. I'm wearing a thermal under the shirt too." He shrugged.
He grabbed my hands and held them in his, heating them with his breath gently before rubbing them together.
We had teenagers all around us and it was fun to see kids be kids even if they were annoying as fuck.
I smiled as a tall, man in a mask came through the line with a chainsaw, people screaming in fear as he approached us.
He looked over me and nodded, holding the chainsaw close to me.
I just laughed.
Micah watched with a small smile, but it was tense.
He moved past us and made more kids yell.
Micah fixed my loose hairs from my braid back into place before pulling the hood over my head.
"Thank you." I adjusted it.
He hummed and grabbed my belt loops, pulling me closer to him.
Butterflies erupted in my stomach as his eyes found mine, his expression soft with a small smile.
"After this we can get some food and then just relax or I can take you home. Whatever you'd prefer." He nodded.
I smiled, noticing the dimple in his right cheek.
"That sounds nice." I hummed, my hands moving under his shirt, his skin sizzling hot compared to my freezing hands.
"Your hands are fucking cold, Stella. Holy shit." He laughed, his hands holding my wrists.
I laughed, but discreetly felt over his hips since he had a deep carving between hip bone and muscle leading me to believe he has an impeccable v-line.
I shivered and he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me against him, my breath warming me as it stayed between his arms and my face.
I felt him kiss my head and I couldn't help the giddy feeling that ran through me.
A permanent adrenaline rush of never wanting to leave this moment.
He was so kind and pretty. He liked when I spoke about myself and getting to know me.
It was so nice.
I looked up at him and he smiled at me.
"Hopefully you aren't claustrophobic."
"No, I'm alright." I answered.
I felt myself wanting to just lean up and kiss him.
But I was unsure.
I never made first moves.
Ever.
His eyes found my lips and I got scared, putting my head back down on his chest.
He laughed, walking me backward as the line progressed a bit.
"I won't do it. I have self control." He whispered and I respected that. But I don't know.
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"That was fun." I smiled.
His face was stern.