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He followed her, but his mind didn't.

As much as he hated her, he needed answers. He knew she knew what happened, and even if he fell into her little trap, his curiosity would have gotten the best of him. Lachlan continued and entered the empty room, his light blue eyes focused on Rose who paced the room patiently. She looked at him, "I'm guessing you want answers. . ."

Lachlan huffed, "You think?"

Rose glowered at him, "Lachlan, your arm is the bane of your existence right now. With it you're basically suffering to know it's origin."

"No duh." Lachlan growled. "And due to your earlier text, my mind is obviously full of questions right now."

"The text was just a token of my appreciation from what you did to help me out, it was nothing." Rose said as she sat on the hospital's bed.

"That's the problem, what did I do?" Lachlan asked impatiently.

"I was going to ask Carla to do something for me, but guess who I found in her place, drunk and confused?" Rose smirked.

Lachlan glared at her, "But what the hell did you send me to do?"

"A local orphanage's window broke recently, no trace of anything leftover to look at. Can you guess who did it?" Rose answered as she eyed him.

Lachlan's eyes narrowed at her, "You are sick, sick a-and-"

"Shower me with compliments, I don't care." Rose laughed as she approached him.

Lachlan ignored her and sat on the bed, his body avoiding her's. "That isn't a compliment, it's the truth. Every single little plan you've got in mind is sick, stupid, and plain crazy. What is wrong with you?"

"To me it is indeed a compliment, it amuses me to see people trying to offend me." Rose said as she sat down next to him, moving her hand close to his leg.

Lachlan stiffened at the touch, but he tried to pretend that he felt nothing, "Oh really?"

"Mhm." She replied, her other hand touching his good shoulder ( which was his left arm), which it brought the two closer. "I just had to give you my thanks."

Lachlan looked uncomfortable, but he didn't do anything against it, since he didn't want to cause any sort of harm on his arm. "Rose, I hate you, words can not describe he amount of hate I have towards you."

"Just shut up and kiss me." She smirked as she placed her soft pale hands over his two cheeks, pulling him into her crimson red lips. Lachlan tried fussing, but it just made his arm hurt like hell, so he miserably kept still, letting Rose do whatever she pleased. Lachlan felt ill, he didn't like this, the way she pushed herself against him without hurting his arm, it just hurt him internally.

And after Rose continued to do whatever she desired and successfully not hurting his arm, Lachlan realized,

He had fallen right into her trap.

-Author's Note-

Silly Lachy

He basically jinxed himself like lol

(I decided to go ahead and take it easy and, Hakuna Matata

I'll also update my other books and whatnot now :)

Doesn't mean I won't update frequentlly tho, I still want to finish this and start with the sequel!

Ilya <3 )