Liam had always thought running was cowardly. To run meant you were too weak to face the challenge before you. To run meant to be afraid.
“Run away with me,” whispered against his skin, so soft it drifted in the wind under the moonlight.
“I can’t,” spoken against soft lips, warm and pliant and oh so sweet.
“You’re scared.” An accusation, a bite on his collar, in his heart.
“You are.” A growl piercing the air, golden eyes flashing in the dark.
“Only cowards run,” another accusation, another bite. “I’m no a coward.”
“I’ll leave.” A warning. A threat. A promise. “I’ll go without you.”
Claws digging into skin. A deep sound coming from his chest. “No,” whispered into the air between them.
A pause. Then, “No. Come with me. Please.”
Hearts pounding as one, breathing heavy and the scent of desperation and love thick between them.
“Come with me,” repeated, longing, desperate.
A/N: So I tried something a little different for this. I’m not sure if I like it or not. What do you think? Let me know. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed! Thanks so much for reading and as always, feel free to let me know what you think!