Chapter 9
Happiness. Satisfaction. Shame. Anger.
Those feelings kept mixing inside of Jacob's body for several upcoming days. He tried to replay the movie inside of his head, but everything was a blur. He remembers being angry and flustered. He remembers the heat radiating from her body and surrounding his. He remembers her sweet scent and hot breath and smoothness of her skin. He tried to remember every curve and corner of her body, he tried to memorize the path from him to her until the cord connecting them broke into pieces.
He remembers feeling wrong and right at the same time, just as well as feeling lost and found. So many contradicting emotions, so little time to process them all.
It was like he was in some sort of a trans and when he shook the spell off he was so confused that he just ran.
He didn't fall asleep that night. He couldn't. Because she was on his mind. She was all over him. Under his skin, on his skin, in the corners of his mind he hadn't explored yet. She was in the wind and air and she occupied all of his senses, starting with smell and ending with touch. She was on his fingertips. Like he ripped a small part of her skin which stay glued on the tips of his fingers.
Love. He swallows the word. Is that what this is?
He never thought love could be so raw, so hungry, like an animal instinct.
There are many layers of love. Love is like water, it's transparent, and under it you can see all those pebbles and rocks and mud and yes, even new life. Love is more than a sugar rush or honey on ones lips. It's more than innocent kisses in a half lit hallway and stolen glances. It's more than words on paper, no matter how amazing those words are.
Love is something bigger than universe itself. It has nothing to do with knowledge or brilliance or wealthiness. Love is all of those things by itself and it doesn't choose its host by some number engraved on their brain.
Love chooses someone because it can see into their hearts.
It's tough and complicated and shattering, but it's worth it. People have died for love and so many lived for it. Some tried to trap it to use it for all of the worlds secrets and some treated it with respect.
Love is like a child, so innocent and gullible, it trust anyone with a heart without realizing she's probably the safest among the dead.
But love is anything but safe.
"You're not listening to me, are you?" Caroline's accusatory tone of voice shakes him out of his thoughts.
"Miss Forbes," he says smoothly. "Did you ever do anything extremely stupid?" He asks, his eyes still in a dreamy state.
"I befriended you, my lord." She says seriously.
Her comment makes him chuckle. "I believe this stupidity goes beyond friendship." His fingertips fly to his forehead to fix all of the creases that appeared on it.
His statement catches Caroline's attention. She put her tea cup back on the table and cocks her eyebrow in his direction. "Does this have to do anything with a certain brunette staying here?" She perks up.
I smile washes over his features. "Who else?" He says as if it's a given.
A wide grin appears on Caroline's face. "On a scale from your brother to your father, how idiotic was it?" She spits out.
This makes him chuckle. "Oh, I would say somewhere in between." He says through fits of laughter.
"So why did you do it then?" She wiggles her nose confused. It's not like Jacob to do idiotic things. Most of the times he thinks them through carefully, sometimes making his actions predictable since he always does the right thing, or at least tries to.
