Avalon

 

After taking my lunch tray with the plastic fork, spoon, and knife I sit in the corner of the cafeteria. I look around for the guy I saw in the garden, Flint, but he’s nowhere to be seen. I wonder what they have done to him as I play with his lighter. I found it in the hallway. The guards were tossing and searching a room, probably Flint’s room. But they were stupid, they didn’t even notice the lighter that slipped from the guard’s pocket who took it from Flint and it landed right in front of my feet. The shoelace tying trick worked well on the guard who was supposed to guide me but instead was too busy checking out my ass and trying to find a way to touch me again. But in the end, I got his lighter; victory is mine.

I see the pervert guard looking at me from across the room, smirking. I glance away and that’s when I see him, Flint. Our eyes meet across the room like they are two magnets. I can’t look away. There’s something in his eyes that I like so much, like he’s talking to me without words, like he’s in my mind.

A nurse pushes my medicine towards me and breaks our eye contact. I glare at her.

“Take these,” she snaps.

“I’m not taking any of those,” I say loudly.

“You have no choice. Take these like a good little girl or I’ll force them down your throat if I have to,” she grits out.

I’m about to yell at her when I see Flint standing behind her, he shakes his head and opens his mouth a little, lifting his tongue up before winking at me.

Oh, I get what he’s trying to say.

“Fine,” I huff at the nurse and chuck the medicines. I carefully put them under my tongue and open my mouth for her to check. Bitch doesn’t even think of checking under the tongue.

“Thank you,” I whisper at Flint when the nurse leaves.

“N-n-no p-p-problem,” he stutters.

I smile at him. He’s the sweetest person I’ve seen since I stepped into this madhouse. Even his stutter is sweet. Also, he is so hot. I look at him carefully. Bronze skin like the sun loves him so much it’s peppered his body with kisses, green eyes that chain me to my place, full lips that look so soft I have to bite my lip to stop myself from saying something stupid, like that I want to kiss those lips. Shaking my head, I look away from his lips. He has tattoos everywhere I can see, his arms, his neck, his chest that peeks out from one of the V-neck t-shirts they give us.

I look back at his face and see he’s checking me out, too.

I grin. “You should look at the lunch in front of you like that, not me.”

His eyes find mine. “Wh-what?”

“You’re looking at me like I’m  dessert.”

“I- I… I’m…” he stutters. His strong jaw ticks and frustration rolls off of him. “F-f-fuck,” he growls.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“My…” he takes a deep breath before trying again. “My lighter. It… it helps me,” he says.

I smile at him. “Then I may have something for you.”

He looks at me with questions in his eyes and I move to the chair right next to him. I look around to see if any guards are watching us, but no one is paying attention. Leaning into him, I touch his hand. He swallows, his whole body tenses as he gives me the hottest look I’ve ever seen. Smoldering and intense.

I lick my lips and put the lighter into his palm under the table. His eyes widen and I shrug.

He gives me a dazzling smile before counting under his breath. When he reaches thirteen he asks, “How d-d-did you get this?”

“The guard dropped it so I took it.”

“Yo-you could’ve gotten into t-t-trouble.”

I shrug again. “Then I would kick him in the balls. I don’t like the way he touches me anyway, it would be good revenge.”

He frowns. His jaw tenses and he sends daggers the guard’s way. He’s about to stand up when I touch his hand again. “It’s okay. You were telling me something.” I say to distract him.

He doesn’t look away from the guard as he murmurs, “What?”

“When I said you were looking at me like I’m dessert.”

He looks down with a smirk on his face. He turns the wheel of the lighter thirteen times before he speaks, “I was about to say th-that I’m sure you taste so much better than anything they give us here.”

My breath hitches. My body throbs with joy. I lean into him when he sits back next to me. “I hope you’ll find out,” I whisper.