Chapter 71

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His eyes burn in happiness and pride. I stare back at him, clueless. He can't mean with the case, can he?

"Won?"

"Won," He repeats with confidence. His grin widens, and realization dawns on me, crackling the ground beneath me, swiftly.

"The court? The case?" I cry, waiting for his answer as if I'm awaiting my oxygen to breathe and survive.

"Hmm," His hands were rested on my sides, on the desk, caging me. I attack him, pushing him backward. I wrap my arms around him, squeezing him as tight as I can. He clasps my smaller form and helps me climb on him. We're a mess of skin and bones.

"Oh my God," I whisper, trapped in his embrace. "Oh my God,"

The ecstasy of the moments floods my veins faster than blood. I can sense the serotonin and tension of his revolution crush through me. I seal my eyes, breathing in his scent. My favorite.

This is all he has been working on this year. It's the reward for all his endless and ruthless battles, his patience, his devotion, and his undying love for his sister. And he deserves every bit of it. I'm so proud of him. I'm so happy for him.

He leans back from our embrace and crashes his lips on mine. I surrender to his glorious magic as if his lips transfer his addictive drug; I can't seem to be able to get enough of it. His tongue slips through my lips in a demanding yet, loving way. As if he's asking something with tension but will only take it if I let him. And I love him for it.

I sense him moving around the room, though I don't open my eyes. He answers all my questions as my back hits a foreign surface; a wall. Its warmth and humidity stick into my epidermis. Although, his fire explodes lust within me. His tongue dances yet competes with mine. My heart and bones are circling him physically and mentally. I'm not letting him go. I bury my fingertips through his golden strands as his hands run up and down my body.

He stables my backbone against the wall, putting force on my waist and pushing me backward. A moan escapes from me, and a growl vibrates in his throat as a response. Every cell of mine gets caught on his blazing tide and melts rapidly. Losing my breath, I disconnect the kiss; my insides flare in a painfully addictive way.

He grabs my wrists and places my hands above my head as his lips cover mine all over again. My breath gets stuck somewhere between my lugs and my mouth; it just gets lost. I tighten my grip on his torso with my legs so as not to lose my balance.

He unseals our kisses with a chuckle. He lets my hands fall to my sides and hides his head in the crook of my neck; his face is hidden in my hair. His arms secure me against him and the wall; I rest my hands around his neck, pulling him as close to me as possible. And I could get addicted to the way I feel inside his arms; safe, appreciated, cherished, loved, adored. The list is endless of the emotions he can only create in me with a single feather of his angelic touch.

His chest vibrates against my skin. He's lightly laughing. A grin finds its way to my mouth. I tighten my grip on him.

"Fuck," He laughs. "I can't believe it,"

"I can," I mutter, close to his ear. "You did it, Corbyn. You made the impossible possible,"

His head leans upwards to meet my gaze; his blue eyes are glistening as they are radiating a crazy and energetic vitality. An unnoticed gasp flees; I could fall in love with him now, all over again.

"It's true, " I add. Almost everything and everybody was against him, but my angel didn't lose his faith or determination. He didn't give up even for a second for his sister. "You did what nobody thought was possible. It was against all the odds. But you did it anyway and proved everyone else wrong." I smile. "Well, except me. I knew you could do it,"

"Oh yeah?" He jokes, smirking.

"Yeah," I shrug.

"You never doubted? Not even for a single moment?" He arches his eyebrow.

"No, not for a minute," I stare back at his clear blue-sky eyes, his humor and playful attitude make me dizzy. I could get used to this too.

His forehead falls on mine, shutting his eyes from the world. Though, I don't dare close mine. My air is intoxicated by his scent as his warmth is traveling down my toes.

He earned the right to raise his sister with the love he never experienced. He won't have to leave the house he grew up in or lose all his money due to the disgusting parents he was unfortunate to have. A new world of possibilities unfolds.

After a few minutes of utter silence, thoughts flood my mind, but one causes me to speak.

"Did you call your grandparents?" They must be concerned and anxious about the outcome that defines their granddaughter's future.

"Not yet," His muffled voice echoes from my neck. I untangle myself from him and stable myself on my feet. I open my mouth to say something that never comes out. All my words are thrown into his mouth as it connects with mine.

"I came straight to you," He grins, and my heart melts. God, can I love him more than this? It seems utterly impossible. Although, when it comes to my angel, those odds don't indicate a thing. I smile.

I raise on my toes and cupping his face, I place a chaste kiss on his lips. His arm snakes on my back, jerking me forward and pushing me against him. I giggle.

"We are gonna get caught,"

"Yea, probably," He whispers and kisses me. He takes my hand on him before we exit the classroom. We walk back to my class, my eyes turn and stare at him with eagerness, noticing every angelic feature of his.

"I'm happy for you," I murmur. His lips curve upwards, right before his eyes land on mine. He nods and kisses me. He jolts backward, and I frown. His hand moves on his back pocket. A fresh grin stretches on his lips.

"I got take it, it's my grandfather. I will see you at lunch," His lips barely touch mine before he turns to leave.

"Love you," He turns back around and winks at me. Thousands of butterflies explode in my stomach.

"Love you too," He mouths. He answers the call, bringing his phone to his ear."Hey, you're not gonna believe it," His enthusiastic voice is the last thing I hear before I close the door behind me when I enter the classroom.

When I take a seat back in my chair, ignoring the curious stares from some of my classmates, I feel his happiness flood my veins; it ignites my skin and mind. But, at the same moment, the enthusiasm crashes down at my toes. A dreading and cold feeling resurfaces in my heart, sucking my breath away.

He's content now. He got the life he craved and fought for. He has his house, his money, his sister, his stake in the family's company, and his part of his heritage. He could have ended up with nothing. Although, he managed to win, against all the odds. One questions hammers in the fearing and empty corridors of my mind.

Where do I fit now?

Hey guys! I know it has been a while, I'm sorry for that. I don't know how many people will come back here, after so long, but thank you for sticking to this story! I hope you enjoyed the chapters. Take care <3


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