Touched

Ep.2

"Not . A .Word . "

I could tell Lisa was trying not to laugh as she appeared at my doorstep in a skin-tight catsuit. She was right, she looked incredibly sexy in it.

"I figured you were up to something at the party since you've been absent from school the past few days," she said, turning me around and pulling me inside. "But I wasn't expecting this."

She eyed the daggers that I had strapped to my sides.

"You look like a Bond girl."

George had really done it.

My father had agreed to let me go to the party as long as I agreed to his conditions.

The first condition was that I had to wear my hunter's clothes. These clothes were usually worn on missions and were made of a special fabric that allowed us to move freely and carry all the weapons we needed. After a little negotiation, we agreed that I didn't have to wear the whole outfit.

The second condition was that I had to take my medication at high doses for the week and not come home late from the party, which my father defined as late as 12 o'clock.

I had spent the last few days at home, not going to school and taking high-dose medication. But today I woke up feeling very energetic, which is unusual for me as I usually wake up feeling sleepy in the morning.

I woke up before my alarm went off, and even prepared breakfast before my father woke up. The meds seemed to be working, and I didn't have any problems.

I had spent the whole day doing things I didn't have the energy or time to do for a long time, such as cleaning the house and watching TV shows that I had missed.

I was feeling pretty imaginative and ready to have fun. After taking my last dose this morning, I had been subjected to my father's warnings all day.

He didn't want me to come home after midnight, I wasn't allowed to waste time outside, and if I came home drunk, I would have to go to a punishment camp that could last for weeks.

I had only one evening to have fun, and I was going to make the most of it. Tonight's hunting tasks and my illness could wait in a dark corner of my mind like they never existed.

"How much punishment did you have to take to get here?" she asked as I tried to follow her through the crowd.

I had expected the party to be crowded, but I didn't expect this much. It was like people were overflowing from the house. The fun had already started. I would normally faint from lack of oxygen in such an environment, but thanks to my doses, I was able to walk around normally.

A whistle rang in my ears as a pair of large arms blocked our way.

"Wow, Valeri. You look pretty hot with those knives," he said, getting closer. His alcohol-scented breath made my stomach churn.

"Are these real?" he asked as he reached for my dagger, his hand running down my waist and down.

I could feel the anger rising within as I bent his hand back behind his back so fast that he couldn't lay a finger on me. The strange thing was that I quite enjoyed it.

"Go away, Montgomery," I said, aware that Lisa was rolling her eyes as she watched me.

"Was that really necessary?"

I shrugged as Montgomery quickly disappeared into the crowd. Even if he had been sober, I could have somehow taken him down. Even though he was one of the best players in the basketball team, he had no chance against someone who had been taught the best fighting techniques from childhood. I had beaten worse than him with this sickness of mine.

"I'm not going to waste my limited time on him." I wouldn't tolerate anyone tonight.

"Come on, let's find you a drink. You need to get relaxed a bit," she said, grabbing my arm and leading me into the kitchen.

We didn't have a hard time finding the full kegs, we just had to follow the crowd. As we filled our glasses with cold beer, my father's voice echoed in my mind.

"Do not get drunk."

This evening was the only time I could have a good time in a long time, and maybe after that, I would spend all my time at home or in meetings for a long time. I had a right to have some fun too. When I looked at my watch, I saw that it was already eight o'clock.

Just a few won't hurt anybody.

When I finished the glass in one go, the cold bitter taste made me feel better than I expected. I took off my jacket and put it on the edge of the counter.

"This is better."

And I filled my glass again and again, letting myself go to the rhythm.

***

I could not help but feel the electricity that spread through my body as I felt the hand on my waist and the smell of his cologne while dancing to the rhythm of the music.

George had appeared in front of me with his familiar smell and warmth, and it had been a long time since the night had started and I was seeing him for the first time.

He smiled and leaned down to whisper in my ear as he got closer:

"You're looking pretty wild or should I say wasted."

When I raised my head and looked into his blue eyes that drew me to him, I realized that his familiar gaze was affecting me more than usual. When my gaze fell on his full lips, I could feel something stirring inside me. I tried to focus.

"You're late," I said, aware that he was trying to keep up with me.

When a slower song started playing, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol, but I was quite relaxed tonight, I wanted to feel George constantly on me instead of avoiding his gaze.

At that time, I also noticed that he was wearing a hunter's costume. In fact, after looking more closely, it was clear from the muddy boots that he had been outside for a long time.

Had he gone on a mission without my knowledge again?

When I raised an eyebrow at him, he realized that I had noticed and that I was also annoyed.

"It's not important."

He always said that I knew that I was not called for important missions because I was a girl and because of my illness.

And I knew that he couldn't tell me, even though I insisted.

This would normally make me very angry, but tonight I was too much fun to care.

As I brought the glass to my mouth, he grabbed it just when I was about to put it to my lips and drank it in one go.

"This seems like enough for you tonight."

"Wow, you look like a real couple in those costumes," said Sydney, the school's most flirtatious girl. I knew she had been eye-ing George for a long time, but she didn't know that George would never look at her.

He was too much for her.

"Yes," I said, hugging George. I noticed that his whole body was tense and his breathing was quickening. Somehow, being so close to him seemed to excite him as much as it excites me.

"It looks like you've just arrived. Come on, let's find you something to drink," she said, trying to take George by the arm and pull him away from me.

When I held her hand in a firm motion, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Do you want me to curse your children and their children and their children for decades?"

I said, and her fearful gaze made me enjoy it even more. I knew she was the one who had spread those rumors about me. I also knew how disgusting her character was, and the only reason I didn't beat her up was that I didn't want to draw attention. Because her father was a powerful businessman.

When I pushed her back, she lost her balance and took a few steps back. As I laughed at her fearful face, we had already started to attract the attention of the people around us.

She turned in another direction, shaking her ugly rabbit tail in anger.

"You're acting quite differently tonight," George said, raising an eyebrow and looking at me with questioning eyes.

"I'm feeling good, come on, let's get me a drink. You must be tired from the mission. I might pour you something that will take all your worries away," I said, dragging him to the kitchen without waiting for an answer.

As I could now feel the effects of the alcohol more and more, my head was starting to throb slightly, and my lungs were burning as if they were under some kind of pressure.

Perhaps this much alcohol for tonight was enough.

George had started chatting with his friends while having a beer, and I tried to calm down by sitting down in the corner.

I was aware that I had just lost control for a second and I shouldn't have let this happen.

At that moment, my breath was caught in my chest and I felt like taking a blow in the chest. Like I was under a ton of weight, like I was crushing under.

My lungs started to hurt as if to announce that the air inside them was running out. I felt my skin burning.

When my vision started to blur slightly, I realized that I needed to go to and find a quiet place to calm down a bit.

After seeing George continue to chat with his friends, I slowly walked out of the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, I entered the empty room at the end of the hallway.

Using my last bit of strength, I headed to the sink in the room and closed the door behind me, sliding down to the cold marble.

My head was spinning more and more, and my ears were ringing. I managed to dial my father's number from my pocket. It would take him a while to get here, but somehow I believe I could calm down until he arrived.

It had happened to me once before, but this was a bit intense. Two years ago, one night, I had another attack like this. Trying to remember what we were doing was causing my blood pressure to rise in my brain.

Maybe I really shouldn't have drunk that much.

The phone rang for a long time before going to voicemail.

As I stood up, holding on to the walls, trying to balance myself, the reflection in the mirror made me realize that my condition was worse than I thought.

My face was white and there was not an ounce of blood in my veins and I definitely didn't look good. My pupils had doubled in size. I didn't know what was happening to me. I tried to cool myself down by splashing cold water on my face like that night, but my skin was burning as if the water wasn't having any effect.

When I took off my clothes one by one and sat on the marble floor with my underwear, I turned on the shower. Popped the little pill that I stacked in my pockets for emergencies. This would help me calm down a bit.

I let myself fall under the cold water and stood there for a few minutes while the cold water relaxed my body.

When I opened my eyes, I found George's surprised eyes on me.

When he realized that I was looking at him and tried to hide my body with my hands, his cheeks turned red and he turned his back. Actually, he seemed pretty cute when he was stuttering and I'd find this pretty cute if I wasn't standing in front of it nearly-completely n***d.

"I got worried, c-couldn't find you anywhere." He was trying to find the right words to say while his voice seemed concerned.

After being under the water for a while, I took a towel from the closet and tried to dry myself off.

I was feeling better, the medicine was kicking in. When I looked in the mirror again, I saw that my cheeks were starting to tint slightly.

As I looked at my phone while trying to put a new towel over my body, I saw that my father still hadn't returned my call.

Why hadn't he returned? Is he on duty with the others?

After I put on my clothes and I came out of the bathroom, George was waiting for me by the door. It was clear that he was worried about everything. However, the redness of his cheeks still did not go away.

"Are you OK?"

George knew I wasn't well and probably thought it was the effect of alcohol, but deep down he could tell something was wrong.

I tried to smile at him.

“I can take you home,” he said, and I shook my head like no.

"I'm sure I'll feel better if I lie down a bit."

After saying that, I threw myself on the bed in the other corner of the room. Dad could come and pick me up from here when he saw my call. But by then, I knew I couldn't go anywhere without getting some rest.

When George sat down next to me, he brought his hand to my face and touched my cheek, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen from my face.

"You scared me." him playing with my hair made me feel excited.

When I looked at him carefully, I realized that the light made his eyes look brighter than they were.

I couldn't help shivering and got excited when he touched my face.

"Sorry to cause such a stir."

"You don't have to. But I should, for coming in like a mad man." He smiled.

"Well, I'd probably do the same, so let's pretend that it never happened."

I could feel my blood rushing to my cheeks as I pictured George's body n***d under the shower at the time.

I had seen him train half n***d many times before and his body was pretty perfect. My gaze drifted back to his face then his lips.

I only had one thing on my mind as he approached me.

As our lips met, I felt something inside me awaken.

Everything lost its significance as I disappeared into the warmth of his body.

I wanted more, I wanted to feel it.I wanted to feel him.

“Valeri,” I could feel my heart tighten as he whispered my name. I felt all his muscles as I leaned closer to him.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and he paused, briefly kissing me and took a deep breath, resting his forehead on mine.

"I might not be able to hold myself back if we go any further."I could feel his heartbeat rising and his breath quickening.

I thought I was dreaming when he said, "I've been waiting for this for so long."

George Dunham, the boy I've been platonic for two years, was saying this?

To think about it, I've never seen him hang out with any girls before. And that made him even more popular with girls.

When I looked carefully at his face, I realized that I hadn't seen him like this in two years. His pupils were dilated and he was breathing heavily as he was trying to calm down..

He did not look away from me, his masculine scent filling my nostrils as his blue eyes pierced me, making me even more excited.

He must have noticed that my eyes were begging him to go on. It felt so good to kiss him and I wanted to feel his lips again.

I straightened slightly, then approached him again, this time keeping my arms around his neck to prevent him from pulling back. It wasn't long before I realized after a while that I was no longer sitting in bed. I snuggled into George's lap as my legs were wrapped around his waist.

The places George touched felt like they were on fire while his hands roamed my body. The flame that had been burning inside me since the morning increased with these new feelings. I wanted to tear everything on myself and just feel it. As if sensing my thoughts, he slowly laid me on the bed, stripping off his own clothes and leaving only his black boxer.

I couldn't help moaning as he took off my shorts by placing little kisses on my legs. This was wrong, I know it was. But I did not care. In terms of our culture, I shouldn't have been in a relationship until I married someone. But right now, I don't have the strength nor mind to stop this.

He whispered as he placed small kisses on my neck.

"Don't worry. We won't be making our first in an old house, in someone else's room."

When he stopped his touches, I was aware that my own heartbeat was twice as normal. I was out of breath, I could see his eyes sparkle as he pulled back and checked my body out and it made me want him even more.

"You look great." I noticed his voice trembling a bit. I wanted more, but tonight I realized that this was enough. I was still trying to catch my breath as he slowly curled up next to me and took me in his arms. He took a deep breath and placed a kiss on my head.

"You smell so good."

I shifted in bed as my phone vibrated. I was stunned by the time I saw him on the screen. It was almost 12 o'clock and my father was already texting. If I didn't want house arrest for the next year, it would be time to get my a*s up and go home.

"Damn." When I jumped out of bed, I almost lost my balance and hit the ground.

He looked pretty cute as he stared at me with questioning eyes when George grabbed me just in time and stabilized me.

"My dad."

George had begun to get dressed as soon as he heard this, when I started to gather and put on my clothes from all over the room, saying, "He wanted me to come home before 12."

I took one last look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks had turned a slightly pink color from the excitement of the previous day, but other than that, I looked fine. After I smoothed my hair with my hand and quickly texted my dad that I was on my way, I put the phone in my pocket.

"I can take you home."

George puts a kiss on my forehead as he pulls on his shirt. "You know, from now on you are under my protection." taking my hand, as he didn't seem to care about being stared at as we started walking down the hall.

I could predict tomorrow's gossip agenda.

Breaking News!

The cursed girl of the school enchanted our golden boy this time.

But I didn't care, who knows, maybe this time my curse worked in my favor.

When we found Lisa dancing in an ecstatic state in the lounge, we decided to take her with us. It was a relief to realize that George had arrived in a car and had only one drink. If there was no traffic on the road, I would be home in half an hour.

As we reached the door, passing through the crowd, the cool wind got me sober a little. Just as I left Lisa on the back seat, I remembered that I'd left my jacket inside. After a low curse, I started walking back inside in a rush:

"I forgot my jacket. I'll be right back."

If I had any luck, I could find my jacket where I left it.

It took less than a minute to find my jacket and it was right where I left it on the counter. I don't know if the angels of luck really should have been with me today or if it was my birthday luck.

After checking my pockets and making sure everything was in place, I noticed another door at the end of the kitchen.

Instead of trying to get through the crowd inside, I could easily get into the car by walking around the house.

Smiling at myself, I slung my jacket over my shoulder and walked out the door. I was walking through the mesmerizing garden to George's car. That's when I heard it for the first time.

It was calling me.