Chapter 9
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Adam's white shirt is now wet and stained from the wine Bryan was drinking. It almost seems as though he'd walk into Bryan intentionally. But that would be insane, wouldn't it? Adam and I didn't know each other well; I haven't even said a single word to him before. Then there is no reason that he would try to protect me from my disgusting ex-boyfriend.
"Watch where the f**k—," Bryan stops himself when he realizes that he's speaking to Adam. For the first time, I see real fear in his eyes. He's scared of the dark prince. But why wouldn't he be? Adam had this aura about him that scared anyone that didn't happen to be horny girls out to get him into their beds and between their legs.
Adam doesn't even bother to apologize; he pushes the exit door behind us and storms outside.
I shake my head at Bryan and don't bother wasting any more time speaking to him. Instead, I push open the door and follow behind Adam. Unfortunately, I do not see him anywhere. Where did he go? There are a few people inside the pool and others by the bar, but none of them was him. My eyes close in on the small gate to the right. That's the only place that he could have gone.
Was I doing the right thing by following someone as dangerous as Adam out into the lonely woods? Because that was what laid beyond those tall walls. This was totally unlike me, but I can't stop myself whenever he was concerned. Besides, where has being a good girl gotten me in life so far? Absolutely nothing.
I bury my fear and push the gates open. I don't get far, however. He's right in front of me, leaned up against a tree, almost as though he's waiting for me.
Did he somehow know that I was following him? Did I tell him that I wasn't some creepy stalker? But would that be the truth because I was indeed acting like a stalker by following him out here?
My feet are frozen, and I don't know whether to run back to the house or run to him. It didn't matter, however; my feet weren't going anywhere for a while.
My eyes widen when he takes a step in my direction. Oh God, he's coming to me.
I feel a hiccup leave my throat, and I want to die from embarrassment. This is the first time something like that has ever happened to me. Surprisingly, this time, the whispers have stopped, at least for now. Could it be because of his touch earlier?
My eyes travel lower to the stain on his shirt, and I want to help him remove it for some reason. I don't even understand why it's bothering me this much.
"Are you looking for me?"
I don't know what to say; I mean, the truth was loud and clear; why else would I be out here in the dark by myself?
Of course, my lips remain sealed; whenever I'm near him, my mouth always chooses that opportunity to become mute.
He's close to me now, and I've forgotten how to breathe. I feel exposed under his experimental gaze, and I want to ask him to stop looking at me, except I don't want him to stop, do I? Even though I'm shocked by the feelings of having his eyes on me like this, something I've wanted for a long time, by the way, I still enjoy it in some twisted way.
"Do you still love him?"
I'm taken aback by his question, but I already know who he's talking about. Bryan. He was the last person I wanted to be thinking about right now. Adam was the one person that made me forget about him, and now he was bringing him up to me.
I think about his question some more, even though I don't want to.
Did I still love him? I did, but I didn't want to admit it to myself or anyone else. People would think that I was stupid for still loving someone that hurt me the way that he did.
I may still love him, but that's okay, isn't it? Love doesn't exactly disappear in a day; that is when you truly did love someone, however, not like the love Bryan and Aria had for me.
"I do," I whisper. It's the first words I've spoken to Adam, and it just happened to be my confession to still loving my traitorous ex-boyfriend, who I also happen to hate with a passion.
Apparently, it was possible to love and hate someone at the same time.
My eyes are drawn right back to the stain on his shirt, and he catches me this time.
"Does it bother you that much?" He asks in a throaty whisper. I don't have time to comprehend his question when he grabs the edge of the t-shirt and shoves it over his head, leaving his chest bare in front of me.
My jaw drops, and I can't stop staring at how smooth and shiny it is. I'm suddenly hit with a strong desire to touch it. I've certainly forgotten about everything now that he's standing in front of me shirtless. I've surely forgotten that I'm out here with the dark prince himself all alone in the dark woods. I've surely forgotten that I'm far away from everyone else to call for help if I needed it. I've even forgotten that my parents would kill me if they knew what I was up to. And I've definitely forgotten how to freaking breathe once more.
How does he know that it's been bothering me? Please tell me he can't read minds because that would be extremely embarrassing; I've already been embarrassed enough already, I didn't need any more of that.
But do I even care about any of that right now? The answer is clear and straightforward; no. All I care about right now is reaching forward and touching him in the most intimate ways possible. It's like my body has absolutely zero control around him, and I want to scream in frustration, not in frustration that I have no control over my body; no, I'm frustrated that I haven't touched him as yet.
It couldn't possibly be healthy wanting to touch someone this badly, could it? I barely knew this man, for crying out loud.
Lies.
You know him.
You've studied him for years. You've painted him, drawn every feature of his face, dreamt of his pretty eyes every night. Cried yourself to sleep, wishing he was touching you.
You know him more than you would let yourself admit.
I don't know what's happening to me, but I do realize that I'm walking towards him. I feel like I'm under a spell, and it's a damn strong one.
Adam watches me like a hawk; he's very aware of my body getting closer to his, but he does not move away; he stands still like a stone and let me come to him.
I hesitantly raise my hand, just one; I'm too scared to use both hands right now. Adam exhales loudly when I finally touch him, and I think I do the exact opposite. I inhale as deeply as I could, taking in as much of his scent as possible. Something about the smell of the woods mixed with his own aroma has my heart racing and my body wanting more.
I suddenly decided that this is not enough; I need more. I lean closer to him and inhale once more before pressing my lips to his chest.
Adam goes rigid in front of me. It's only then that I realize what I've done, and my head shoots upwards to look up at him, scared of how far I've gone.
I gasp at what I see next.
Adam's eyes are entirely black; it's as though I'm staring into one of his dark holes even though I've never seen him create one before.
What have I done?
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