First one

Isabella's POV

The water I splashed in my face felt like ice in comparison how hot my face was getting after Lukas posed the most feared question. He wanted to know about them, my parents. I should have just shut up when I had the chance, but I had to spill my deepest darkest secret to him, him of all people. He's going to think I'm pathetic for not being able to defend myself or have the guts to go to the police or I don't know... I don't know what to say next...

I look at him in the mirror, his hair already starting to dry but what caught my attention most was the expression on his face. He looked questioned and obviously worried frowning his brows at my silence. I don't think I've ever seen him look at me with his eyes so soft. When I couldn't find the words, just standing there looking at him he gently took my elbow between his fingers, caressing my sensitive skin.

"Please, tell me Bells." He pleaded, turning me around facing him in slow motion, while his other hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. The thought of telling him the story, reliving every moment of it, made my eyes sting with tears. I don't want to, what is he going to think of me? He's going to think I'm fucked up or broken while I'm not, I'm just the result of terrible people who will not affect my life further, not anymore.

"I don't know what to say Lukas!" I whined, looking up to meet his face, his grey eyes light and soft. "I don't know!" I scowled, my defense mechanisms kicking in to avoid ever talking about this. I pulled my elbow from his touch and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there with empty hands. My feet stomped over the hardwood floor, the sound of him following me absent.

I pulled the sheets of the bed and crawled underneath, pulling them up to my head. I rolled on my side, my back facing the bathroom where I supposed Lukas was still standing. I was angry at him for bringing up the one thing I wasn't ready to talk about. I don't think I'll ever be ready.

My sober mind was going over every possible explanation or excuse when I felt the matrass slightly give away on the other side of the bed. I imagined Lukas laying on his back his hands folded behind him as I heard him sigh deeply, yet I didn't move an inch, staying stiff as a board. I bit my lip, holding myself back from turning around to face him. I'm angry, but I can't be angry at him for asking. I'm angry at myself for not being brave enough to talk about it.

We laid there in silence, both sighing every now and then until I felt him move next to me, his head gently laying down on my pillow, snuggling his nose behind my ear. His hands gripping at my waist pulling me against all of him, one arm wiggling underneath me while the other wrapped around me.

"What are you doing?" I whispered as he held me in his arms tightly, prisoner until he decided to let me go.

"Keeping you warm, plus if you're going to be in my bed, I better use you as a pillow now that I have the chance." He chuckled, clearly letting go of the touchy subject I was trying to avoid at any cost.

"Who says I'm cold?" I said confused, frowning at his unclear intentions but pretty sure he wasn't going to let go of me any time soon.

"I don't care if you're cold or not, it's a damn good excuse." He laughed, his voice vibrating through my blonde locks, filling my heart with pleasure. "Goodnight, snowflake." He whispered before pressing his lips in my neck, awakening my entire being. As if I'm going to be able to sleep after doing that!

"Goodnight." I whispered back while wiggling my backside against his crotch as a way to return the favor for his sweet kiss.

"Hhm seriously Bella, how many cold showers do you want me to take?" He almost moaned in my ear and knowing I was doing something to him made me confident, because it meant I was having the same effect on him as he had on me. Which is ecstatic, especially having him so close. We ended up like this before but unintentionally, waking up in the morning with our bodies tangled like they had been pulled together like magnets in our sleep. But this time, this time was different. This time we chose to be this close.