Page 7 of Their Deviant Love
“Why are you climbing through the window?” I whisper.
Connor presses a finger to his lips. He then walks over to the door and closes it as quietly as he can.What the hell is going on?
“We need to go.”
“Go where?” I ask, already looking around for my shoes. I was wearing heels when we got here. I really don’t want to put them back on, but I’m also not going out that window without something on my feet.
“Do you trust me?” Connor says.
“Of course I do,” I tell him.
“I can’t tell you where we’re going, Aurora. I don’t know who is listening.”
I look around the room. This is his cousin’s house. Does he really think someone is listening to us? Watching us? I didn’t spot any cameras when I came in, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any.
“Okay.” I nod. “Can I tell my dad?”
“You can’t tell anyone,” Connor says.
I look to the door. “I can’t just disappear. I can’t do that to them.”
“We don’t have a choice. We need to go.”
“Okay,” I repeat, already looking around for something to write on. “Can I leave a note?”
Connor walks over to the chest of drawers and opens it, pulling out a notebook and a pen.
“How did you know that was there?” I ask him.
“I put them there, last time I was in this room,” he says.
“Which was when?” I start writing my dad a note. Connor doesn’t answer me.
Papa,
Don’t worry about me. I’m with Connor. I’ll be in touch as soon as I can. I love you.
Aurora
Simple and to the point. I just need him to know I left because I wanted to. That I wasn’t kidnapped. Again.
I set the piece of paper on the bed and hand the notebook and pen back to Connor. “Okay, let’s go.” I smile.
Ever since I laid eyes on him, my body has relaxed. My heart is beating at a normal rate, and I feel like I can breathe a hell of a lot easier.
Chapter Four
Ride or die. That is Aurora Valentino. She doesn’t question me. She doesn’t try to change my mind about leaving. Instead, she holds out a hand and says, “Let’s go.”
I can’t stop myself. My lips are on hers in seconds, my tongue pushing into her mouth. “I fucking love you,” I whisper when I pull back again.
“I love you,” she says.
I take hold of her hand and look out the window. Fuck. I did not think of how to get her out of here. We’re on the second floor. I can climb down, but I don’t want to risk her falling.
“Scared of heights all of a sudden?” Aurora quirks an eyebrow as if reading my mind.
“No, I’m scared of you getting hurt,” I tell her.
