Age Group: Adult
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: December 27, 2013
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From the best-selling author of the Beautiful Series, comes Drawn, a powerful tale of a relationship that rides the edge of hate and love and everything in between.
Have you ever felt so drawn to someone, that you will put up with anything to be with them? That’s how I feel when I’m around him.
Most of the time, I want to hate him. I want to stay as far away from him as possible. He’s so cocky, and arrogant. And he gets in the way and tells me what to do. He’s all things that I normally detest in a man. But, when we’re alone… I can’t even think for myself – the pull is that intense.
I know I should run, I know I should stay away. But I can’t. I don’t know if I’m strong enough.
What do you do when you just can’t stay away? Even when you know you should…
A loud thumping rattles the glass on my window, and tears me from my sleep. Glancing at the clock beside me it reads 2am. Scrunching my face up in confusion, I climb out of bed as the banging continues.
Cautiously, I pull the curtains to the side, my heart beating wildly in my chest as I wonder what’s going on. But I relax a little when I see Damien standing there.
“Come outside,” he tells me through the glass.
I sleep in a singlet and underwear, so I grab a pair of leggings and a t-shirt and put them on before heading to the front door to see what he’s doing here.
“I hope you aren’t planning on making me train or something?” I ask as soon as I open the door and step out onto the small landing.
“Why didn’t you message me like I asked you to?” he responds, moving to climb the two steps that lead to my front door – to where I’m standing.
Holding my hands up, I step backwards, wanting to keep some distance between us so I can think properly. “Don’t. I can’t think properly if you’re too close,” I admit.
“I can’t think when you’re far away.” My heart freezes, the strain in his voice conveying my exact feelings around him.
“What’s going on Damien? My dad didn’t ask you to watch out for me. Why are you so hell bent on protecting me? And from what?”
He runs his hand over his head, messing up his usually neat hair. “I don’t know. I just need to. I don’t know what it is. But you feel it too right? It’s not just me.”
“No. It’s not just you. But I don’t know how to deal with this. I mean, would we even work in a re–” I stop, not wanting to say the word ‘relationship’. I have no idea what this thing is right now.
“I’ve never even been in one,” he admits, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he stands on the concrete path at the base of the stairs. “I just… I need to know you’re ok. It’s been just over a week, and I’m constantly thinking about you, and what you’re doing, and who you’re with – it’s driving me insane. I’m not sleeping, and I’ve just spent all day and most of the night trying to tell myself that it doesn’t matter that you didn’t text me. But it does Henrietta. I can’t explain why. But it does.”
“Why are you so worried about me?”
“I don’t… I don’t know. I just am, and I don’t know if I can stop,” he says, once again moving toward me, in the dim light, it’s hard to make out his features, but I can see that something isn’t right.
“Have you been fighting?” I ask, reaching up to gently touch his cheek where it appears as though he’s sucking on a wad of cotton wool.
“I was distracted. They got in a lucky punch. I still won though.”
“Why do you do it?”
“Fight? Because I’m good at it,” he murmurs. “Normally, they don’t even get a punch in.” He shift his stance, seemingly agitated. “Don’t you see? This is why I needed you to tell me you were home safe. When you didn’t message, I tried to call you but your phone was off. Then when I went out, all I could think of was you, and I didn’t see the hit coming.”
A pain lodges itself in my chest as his own distress radiates off him, causing guilt to wash over me as I realise that my actions got him hurt. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, leaning up to press a soft kiss against his cheek. “I should have messaged you. I was just being stubborn when I realised I didn’t even get to yell at you for lying to me.”
“I told him I’d look out for you. I didn’t lie. I don’t lie Henrietta.”
“But you avoid the truth.”
Sighing, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his chest, tucking my head into the crook of his neck. I breathe him in, his scent and his closeness is so intoxicating to me, making my head spin as my hormones release euphoric serotonin into my bloodstream, heightening my emotions as I wish to stay in his arms forever.
Finally, he releases me. Kissing me in my hair as he descends the steps backwards to stand at my feet.
“I’ll pick you up at six,” he informs me.
Bestselling Author of the A Beautiful Series, Alter and the Confidante Trilogy, Lilliana has always loved to read and write, considering it the best form of escapism that the world has to offer.
Australian born and bred, she writes New Adult Romance revolving around her authentically Aussie characters as well as a biographical trilogy based on an ex-Sydney sex worker, named Angelien.
Lilliana feels that the world should see Australia for more than just it's outback and tries to show characters in more of a city setting. When she isn't writing, she wears the hat of 'wife and mother' to her husband and four children.
Before Lilliana turned to writing, she worked in a variety of industries and studied humanities and communications before transferring to commerce/law at university.
Originally from Sydney's Western suburbs, she currently lives a fairly quiet life in suburban Melbourne.