"Because I have a crush on you."

His eyes widens, before he gathers his casual expression and starts laughing.

"Oh, sweet princess, you're a terrible liar. You feel something towards me, that's for sure, but it's not a crush. Your eyes are widened in fear, your hands and body trembles. And you wouldn't run from me. You wouldn't hide from me, would you?" he mocks you.

He walks towards you, while you're instinctively backing away from him. Your back hits the wooden closet in a few seconds and he put his hands on the both sides next to your head, trapping you. His face is suddenly so close to yours, making your heart beat so fast. You can smell that familiar calming sense of Jonathan, but the eyes still have the dark blue color.

"You wouldn't be able to keep up with me, even if you were telling the truth. You're weak," he continues.

"Weak as Jonathan?" You reply, trying to show him you're not shaken by what he's saying or how close he's.

"Yeah, weak as Jonathan," he chuckles, his fingers appear on your cheek.

"You smell so good, like an innocent angel. No wonders why's that old man so intrigued by you," he whispers, his eyes still locked with yours.

His fingers elegantly slides from your cheek to your chin, gently raising your head up. Even though you're still partly scared, you're excited at the same time. You can't help but to wish for him to finally kiss you.

"Look at you. You crave to be kissed," he chuckles silently, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Oh, this is going to be such a fun ride. Follow me, I promised Jonathan to get him out of this place and the time's short."

He steps away from you and you finally start breathing again, not realizing you were holding it this whole time. You're confused over his words, but at the same time happy that you survived this.

"Coming, angel?"

You hear his voice, and you see him opening the door. You follow him and both of you make it out of the building without anybody seeing you.

Standing near the car, he stops you by roughly grabbing your wrist. With one swift movement he pulls you back to his body and presses his lips against yours. You're instantly on fire, more when he asks for your permission by biting your lip with a growl. His grip on your wrist gets tighter to the point it hurts too much.

But before you can even let him in, or push him away, he quickly steps away from you, breathing heavily.

"You motherfucker," he mumbles, before he looks at you.

You see light calm blue eyes filled with worries and tiredness.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry. Did he hurt you?" He asks concerned, his body trembles and he seems to have problems to even stand.

"Wait, before you answer... let's go home. And I promise I won't let him out in any time soon."

- THE END -
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Congratulations!! You saved Jonathan and survived Delirious. But did you really lie to him? One thing is for sure. Delirious is always there.