Sounds Of lust (Mature Read)

Chapter 8.

AN:// Hey guys i know it's been a while, enjoy :) 

The sound of my watch ticking repeatedly for the last two minutes was beginning to drive me insane. I was afraid if I were to speak, the million thoughts crossing my mind right now would only translate into verbal vomit. So instead i choose to slouch against the wooden door, gazing at the italian god in front of me, who looked to be deep in thought.

His furrowed brows were arched high, hands were clamped together and he was  inadvertently biting his lip. It was almost as if he was nervous, like a kid on their first day of school. Not knowing what to expect, but hoping for the best. He looked shy, almost vulnerable. His little outburst hadn’t been met with a response yet, which was probably the reason why he looked the way he did.  For some odd reason that made him much more attractive to me.

The cool sophisticated, suave type of guy that seemed fearless was good most of the time, but i also preferred when a man showed his softer side instead of always displaying a facade.

As if he could hear my thoughts, he cleared his throat, shifting from his slouched stance, no longer leaning on the wall. Once again i could feel his dark, cold presence return and just like that, the vulnerability was gone.

I knew that now was the time to speak up, whether i liked it or not it was time to stop acting like some pathetic love struck teen, and time to start behaving more like a young adult. That meant being more vocal, and less intimidated by people like Leo.

"I guess the fact that I think about you, way too much for my liking, doesn't say much about the kind of person that I am." I speak out softly. His head jolts up, and I can see my words slowly registering in his mind. A hint of curiosity gleaming in those hazel-green eyes.

The sound of his shoes hitting the ground as he takes slow strides towards me, enhances the heavy heartbeat i can hear pounding away in my chest. He stops shortly before me, putting a safe distance of at least 10 feet between us. His gaze oozes intensity, voice low so that only i can hear him.  “If you want to pinpoint who the actual villain is in this situation, you’re looking at the wrong person because it is definitely not you. You can't control how you feel, but I should be able to. I'm the older one. I have more to lose. This is my fault principessa, not yours.”

“Principessa?” I test the word out, repeating after him softly. Princess, hmm I liked that.

“It suits you well Abela.” 10 feet was not as much of a safe distance as i thought, within seconds he is standing directly in front of me. “Because that is what you are to me, my princess.” He lifts his hand and brings it to my face, attempting to caress my now inflamed cheek.

I pull away and take a step backwards until there is no space left between me and the door. “The only problem with that is that i’m not a princess and you’re not a prince Leo. I don’t need you to save me, and this is not some little fairytale. Yes, i can admit that i like you. Maybe even more than like. I don’t know. I just know that you’re not going to be the one i leave this place  with tonight.”

Everything about what i had just said was true. There was no doubt about it, i was infatuated with him, maybe even in lust with him. The sexual tension between us was electrifying and distracting at times when i needed to focus on more important things. Yet somehow my thoughts always drifted back to him.