Innocent Temptation

Chapter Twenty Three: Running out of patience

Mac stopped the car in front of their houses. The little angel in the passenger seat of his car was sleeping peacefully, looking like a sleeping beauty and he wanted to be the one to kiss her awake. Instead, he got out and made sure to close his door with enough force that it woke her up. As he rounded the car, he saw that her house was shrouded in dark.

When she stepped out of the car on wobbly legs and blinked at him, he asked, “Where is everyone?”

Aira blinked up at him with wide eyes like owl's, looking too adorable. Her blue eyes were still sleepy and there was still a flush

of pink on her cheeks from alcohol. She answered his question in a soft voice that stroked him like a caress, "They went to Uncle Finn’s for an anniversary party.” She looked at her house then back at him. She said, “Thanks for giving me a,” A hiccup that made her blush, “R -ride, Dream-Mac.” She finished.

He watched with a frown as she turned and opened the small gate. The porch lights came on as he followed her. He told himself he’d only make sure that she gets inside the house safely. She was obviously not fully sober. She pulled her purse open and searched for something in it. Then with a shake of her head, a light slap to her forehead, she took two steps to the right and picked up a key from a potted plant.

He was sure he could watch her whole day and not get bored. She glanced at him, her head tilted to the side. “Why are you still here? Shoo….” She waved her hand at him.

His eyes widened. “What?”

She stopped in her tracks, the key slipping from her fingers. Slowly, she turned to face him and then surprising him she cupped his face between her small palms and squished it in her hands. She moved his face from one side to another. “Are you real? It’s a dream, right?”

“You are drunk.”

She pursed her lips and he stiffened to stop himself from leaning down and taking those pink lips in a possessive kiss. He grabbed her arms and took a step back from her. She leaned against the wall and said, “I only had two drinks.”

“You are also a lightweight, apparently,” He murmured as he picked up the key and opened the door for her.

He stayed outside and motioned for her to get inside. When she took a step inside her house, she wobbled on her heels. He stretched out his arm to steady her but she balanced herself on her own so he let his hand drop. Undecided if he should help her up to her bedroom as she was clearly still tipsy or just leave her to manage on her own, he was about to turn around when she stumbled and her ankle twisted.

She let out a painful yelp and without any hesitation Mac stepped inside, let the door shut behind him as he grabbed her before she fell face first on the hard floor. He picked her up in his arms and she stared at him with unshed tears of pain in her blue eyes. “Ohh… Mac…It hurts...” Once again her soft fingers touched his face, her touch testing his control. “Mac from my dreams is still here!" She hiccupped then covered her mouth with her hand as she let out a giggle.

She gasped when he started to climb the stairs two at a time. Then she circled his neck with her dainty arms and said, “I like this Mac. He is always pulling me into his arms."

Mac remained silent. Trying to keep his control in check and not give in to the desire burning in his veins. He wanted her. Her vanilla and strawberry scent was making him insane with desire. All he wanted was to kiss every pale inch of her and make her his. The weight of her small body in his arms was like a tantalising invitation which he was trying hard to ignore. His fingers itched to trace every inch of her soft skin. He wanted her. He wanted to bury his lips against the warmth of her neck, feel her pulse throb under his touch.

He shook his head, willing sanity to not abandon him. But the way her warmth seeped into him, he didn't ever want to put her down. But he knew he had to.

When he reached the upper landing he turned for her bedroom, knowing the layout of the house by heart as his house next door was built the same way. He pushed the door to her bedroom open and for a second he stopped and looked around.

Like her, her bedroom was also everything pink and white. Pure and innocent. When he laid her down on the bed, she shook her head and made a grumbling noise. "What?" He asked. He just wanted to get away from her before he did something he'll regret.

"I have to change." She hiccupped and then looked at him with her cheeks glowing pink in the warm lights of her bedroom. "I can’t sleep in this dress, it will be ruined."

“I’ll buy you another one.”

She shook her head. “I like this one.”

"You can't change as you are unable to stand on your own." He gritted out, trying hard to remain calm as he raked his fingers through his hair.

And then she said something that froze him. "Then, you help me change. My pyjamas and nightgowns are on the right side of my cupboard."

He stared at her. Unbelievably stunned as he stood there. If she was testing his sanity, he was sure she could easily prove him insane soon enough. Because he was too close to having a breakdown if he didn't get away from her now. "Aira, just go to sleep.”

He looked at her as she sat in the middle of her bed like a princess, soft and vulnerable, with an army of stuffed toys and several pillows surrounding her, and a pink comforter with glittery white hearts on it. She oozed innocence and sweetness, making him intoxicated. He needed to leave. Now.

He took a step back but then he heard her say in a small voice that did things to him. That voice reminded him of the times when she was a little girl and ran after him for his attention. “You sound like the real Mac,” He saw as her lips pushed in a small pout. “Not the dream one. I want the one from my dreams, make him come back.”

“Just sleep. The dress will be fine.” He took another step back from her unless he gave into this urge that wanted to tear that dress off her and not to help her but to help himself to her and have a taste of the little angel that he had himself forbidden him from making her his.

She nodded and waved her hand. And he took a relieved breath that she’d finally dropped it. But then she grumbled, "Fine. Leave. I'll do it myself."

She stood up and then let out a painful moan when her leg buckled. She fell back on the bed. “Stupid leg,” She muttered, “Stupid heels.”

Cursing himself for giving in, he said, “Wait. I’ll do it.”

It wasn't like he wanted to see her nakéd. He will never touch her. He will never give into his desires to make her his. He had made a promise to himself and he intended to keep it. He just didn't want her to get hurt. And, he'd already seen how prone she was to accidents, so he'd just help her change and leave.

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A. Gupta

Double Update tomorrow!!

Thankyou for your patience.