The Unnatural

Twenty two

Ares Silvermane

I turn my head to look at a sleeping Ethan in the passenger seat. My car is parked in front of my house and no one is around as my house is the only house in this place. The silence that surrounds us is calming but a storm is going through my chest.

His wavy hair fall messily on his forehead and his pink lips are parted slightly as he exhales softly. His long dark eyelashes fall perfectly over his slightly swollen eyes. The way his face is relaxed melts my heart and I'm fighting the urge to run my fingertips through his smooth locks.

Not being able to win against the urge, my hand finds its way to his hair and I'm running my fingers through them carefully.

The drive to home was a choking moment of silence. None of us dared to utter a word or even look in each other's direction.
Ethan had fallen asleep in five to ten minutes after sitting in the car, his gaze being pinned out of the window most of the time. And now, it has been over an hour since I have parked my car and am sitting like an idiot as I watch him sleep so peacefully.

I don't want to wake him up when he looks this peaceful so I just sit there and watch him, printing every little detail of him in the back of my mind.

I lick my lips when the faint sensation of his lips lingers on mine, making my heart race and I can hear it beating in my ears. I pull my hand back and clench it in a fist before resting it on my thigh.

What am I doing?

I saw it coming. I saw it coming from the very moment his eyes fell on my lips and yet I couldn't move back. I couldn't look away as my heart waited in anticipation, burning in my chest like a wild fire. The moment his lips made contact with mine, I was a mess.

My heart raced in my throat, my mouth went numb and the butterflies and tingles I felt in my stomach were no joke.

It amazed me how good it felt. It dazed me how perfectly they fit against mine.
It scared me how good it felt. It horrified me how perfect they fit against mine.

The sweet taste of his lips that lingered on my lips exploded my heart.
The sweet taste of his lips that lingered on my lips tightened my heart.

The way his hands rested on the back of my neck melted me and I stood there, letting him do what I wanted.
The way his hands rested on the back of my neck froze me and I stood there, letting him do what he wanted.

Everything in my head was a mess when Ethan pressed his lips on mine. I wanted to kiss him back, I wanted to cherish those soft lips of my mate but I couldn't. I couldn't breathe.

I feel my eyes getting teary as I look at him and feel devastated.

The look of hurt and regret that flashed through his eyes stabbed my heart. I wanted to call out for him, tell him to stop but my mouth was glued. I couldn't mange a word from my mouth. When he ran out of the washroom, I was terrified. I was terrified to see him run away from me.

He felt sorry. He kept on apologizing.
It wasn't his fault. Nothing was his fault.

It has been me from the start. I have been a mess from the beginning and still, I can't get myself out of it. I can't sort myself out.

I realized that what happened to Derek was not Ethan's fault. He was clueless and he didn't deserve to be treated the way I did so I tried to be kind to him.

But I never thought Ethan would do something like this. He kissed me and it only meant one thing that he is getting influenced by the bond and can't stop himself. There's no other reason he would do that. There's no way he would like me after all the things I have done.