I lay on my bed, replaying the whole game in my head before I heard my balcony window being banged on by a lunatic.
So, judging by this depiction of her looking like she wasn’t going
to shut up for thirty minutes, she found out about Harvey.
I rolled out of my bed slowly walking over to the balcony door, opening it as she stared back at me with her golden, honey eyes.
I tilted my head slightly to the right to take a good look at her remembering I was still irritated that she didn’t go to my game.
Then I realized that I was half naked wearing gray sweatpants that hung just above my v-line. She looked at me like I was some type of God.
My hair was still slightly wet with water dripping from my torso to my abs. She looked like she hadn’t drank water and had been traveling in the desert for months.
“Like what you see, Cassian?” I couldn’t help but smirk.
“I’ve seen better.” She snapped back as I looked at her intently, from the top of her raven black hair to the bottom of her shoes, she shivered. Her eyes snapping right to my covered scars, I wondered when she was ever going to ask me about them.
I laugh, leaving the doorframe and letting her quickly enter the room placing her bag on the top of my table that was set next to the door.
“Someone’s not in a good mood tonight.” I laugh, “Shouldn’t I be the one to give you a hard time tonight?” I gave her a glare as she stayed standing, I sat down so I could see her clearly at eye level.
“I can’t fucking believe you!” She starts as I roll my eyes, rubbing my hair and face with a towel, drying myself.
Pure silence sliced us like a knife.
I walked towards her, so close I could smell her perfume and hair. She stood directly in front of my balcony door. She swallowed a hard lump before taking a step back hitting the glass behind her.
I smile, my lips so close to hers, my body wanting to embrace her heat.
I brought my hand next to hers, locking the door as her gaze kept on mine.
I examine her face; she was trying hard not to look down to my flexing muscle. I was trying not to throw her on the bed and fuck her.
I was practically drooling over her. What the hell had happened in the last twelve hours that made her so irresistible now?
She took a step closer, her body’s heat enveloping mine.
She would never give in. “Could you hand me my sweatshirt, Cassian?” I teased.
Her eyes narrowed, “Get it yourself, I’m not your maid, asswipe.”
Still facing the opposite of her, I could feel her body inch closer to mine, her hot breath radiating next to mine.
“When I tell you to do something, I expect results.” I say slowly, obviously referring to her not going to my hockey game, her chest heaves.
I smirk as she quickly grabs my sweatshirt from the top of my dresser, placing it against my chest. His soft hands touched against my tense and hard body which softened at her touch.
“Here.” She scoffs.
I grabbed her wrist, making her tense a bit more, “Don’t give me attitude, Dove.” I growled as she looked away.
“You’re obnoxious.” She snarled while turning to avoid my gaze. She looked about ready to scream at me and for the first time I let her.
She looked at me, “You’re being cruel.” She said with emotion. I stood and looked at her breaking expression, “You hate me.”
“Does me being here not bother you?” She gets up, “Because it should.”
“I came here even when I missed one of your big games just to be yelled at by you,” She says with reluctant honesty, “What does that say about me?” Her face was pained, and I was scared that maybe I was giving the same face.
“You stand there like you don’t want to rip my clothes off when I know your fingers itch at the idea. Mine do too!” She inches closer, “I come here to get yelled at only because I get to see you.”
She rattles off, “I go to a damn football game, yet I can’t stop staring at my phone to see if you fucking scored.”
“When Brooks talked to me and I met the damn guard you hired, all I wanted to do was kiss you.” She was closer to me than she ever preferred to be.
I couldn’t even really comprehend what she was saying, yet I understood.
“We aren’t even supposed to be friends!” She yells as I stare at her blankly, “But I don’t want to admit I like your company even when you rattle on about damn cars or hockey.” She started to run out of breath as she sat back down.
“I don’t know what to do with my need to be with you.” She says in defeat as I couldn’t give her the expression, she would find the most endearing.
“You want to be friends? We can be friends, Dove.” I whisper close to her as I kneel to look at her confused eyes.
“Okay.” She relaxes.
“But you hate me.” She frowns. I smile, “You hate me too.”
She looked at me, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t. All I could think about was the night she moaned my name.
Her lips were made for my name.
I let my hand travel to her cheek, cupping her face gently, her soft skin made me get goosebumps like I wanted her to melt on me.
My thumb bruising against her bottom lip, I could tell she wanted me to stop teasing her and just lean in closer.
She places her hand on my chest as I shivered at her gentle touch, backing away. It was so silent; she could probably hear my damn heartbeat.
She leaned closer, our mouths were inches apart, the temptation was wild because she knew that it was my turn to reveal the cards in my hand.
She stared at me, her knees growing weak as I leaned closer, I couldn’t fucking breathe.
I let my eyes wander to hers, she looked so utterly delicate and beautiful.
Her eyes scanned to my bruised shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed from worry, she tensed, “What happened at the game?”
“Why does it matter?” I grumble.
She sends me a glare, “I don’t want you to pass out or something because of the pain.” She smirks as I shake my head, smiling.
“You’re a bitch.” I rolled out as she smirked, there it went again. Us fighting because it was what we were good at.
“But seriously,” She looked back into my eyes, with a serious expression.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course, it does, you could—”
I cut her off, “I already got it checked out, Dove. It’s just bruised, nothing major happened.”
She shuts her mouth, looking at the bruise on my back.
“How was the football game?” I speak. I didn’t mean for it to be a question.
“It doesn’t matter,” She looked down to her hand, “I wish I went to your game. Your family probably hates me.”
“I told them you were sick.”
“I was so sick of you telling me what to do.” She makes a point as I smile at her, well my lips curved.
“You’re going to learn that you love it.” I mutter as she swallows. She didn’t say anything, instead she placed her head on mine, “You’re mine.”
“Never.”
She licks her lips, I felt feral as she stared at mine, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pulled her in, my rough lips enveloped onto hers as I gripped her waist making her moan. She opened her lips, letting my tongue travel inside. I felt the need to explore her, my hand traveled to the back of her neck, feeling her warmth, her breath calming me down.
I pulled away, “We can be friends, that kiss.” She says with minimal breath, her hand shaking.
“We can be friends that—” She pulled me in, her lips crashing on to mine, eagerly.
I exhaled as she let her finger roam my hair. “I want you.” She groaned as I froze up for a millisecond.
Her eyes sparkled like never before, she looked at me so full of vulnerability and it was like she pushed her walls down.
Her lips were so soft against mine, so addicting, her hands were still shaking, I let my heart race the same speed as hers as we took in each
other’s lips.
She pulled away, “Don’t ruin me.”
My eyes looked at hers for a second, I wouldn’t let anyone, or anything ruin her. She was perfection, someone that should be in a gallery for everyone to admire. I couldn’t think of anything to say.
I push her body back gently, gripping her hair, I pulled her closer. I held her as our lips struck together, her body tightened around me, not one fucking inch of space between us as I let her lips dance with mine.
Adrianna caressed my cheek. I took a breath out, she swallowed, before pulling away to look at me hovering over her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” She whispers as I smile, running my fingers through her soft hair, pushing a strand behind her ear, “This can’t be real.”
I didn’t say a word, she leaned closer to me, her gentle lips pressed down on my black and blue bruised shoulder, I exhaled a relaxed breath. “This shouldn’t be real.” I muttered as she kept her lips on my shoulder for five more seconds.
She didn’t have to say a word, her eyes presented her thoughts. And I loved looking at them.
