Unscripted

The Unexpected

"Well, looks like you are more than just a biker Caiden." I said looking around the room.

"ohh, this is nothing just tidied up my room yesterday." He said with chuckle.

He offered me to step forward near the study table, giving me the research papers. I kept my books on the table, and skim read those papers. He pulled the chair quietly — a silent invite to sit. I sat quietly, putting the papers on the table, looking through them. 

I completely lost track of time — scribbling notes, snapping photos... — my hair; from neatly all open to in a bun with a pencil to keep it in place. 

"Illiana, have some water, and eat something. You'll burn yourself out." I heard his voice, the plate clinking to the table. 

I looked up, and nodded, picking up the glass of water; drinking and keeping it back. I was finally done — closing my notebooks, stretching my arms, and finally looking up. The plate of fruit settled on the table.

I picked up a piece fruit and took a bite, "Thank you." I said looking at him. 

There he was sitting on the bed, His arms stretched behind him, legs sprawled with ease— that full "I know I look good" energy. I can't lie, but the university students aren't wrong about him being handsome — charming, confident, and way too smooth for his own good. I didn't mean to stare. But he just looked... effortless. And I hated that I noticed.

"Enjoying what you see, sweetheart?" He asked eyeing me up and down, like he already knew the answer. 

'That look on his face — all challenge, all charm. Infuriating. Completely, dangerously infuriating.

And I must say, I hate men who challenge me.

Because something inside me always want to be the one who breaks that ego — or whatever that stupid thing is. 
It's even more tempting when that man happens to be the university's resident heartthrob and council president.

Maybe I should  have looked away. Maybe I should've said something else, but I was rebellious as well.

"And what if I do?" I asked back, raising an eyebrow. Leaning back on the chair. "What will you do about it? Huh?" 

"Oh sweetheart, you don't wanna know about what I'll do." He said. And I don't know if it had always been like this — or if it was just this moment — but suddenly, his voice felt dangerously addictive.

"Oh Caiden," I drawled. "You really think you're that special." 

"Oh we both know how special I am." He answered with a smirk.

I got off the chair, walking closer towards him, then leaned forward. I lift his chin with my finger, slow, and delibrate — making sure he felt every second of it.   

"Come on, show me — what will you do?" I asked; my eyes lingering on his lips, before going back up to his eyes.

He smirked, and chuckled; his body weight shifting forward, hands wrapping around my waist pulling me closer. I disbalanced a bit, before he held my waist with both hands, holding me at place.

"I won't let you fall, sweetheart." he winked.

I smirked, leaning in a bit, my fingers playing with his hair, before gripping a little tighter and pulling him just slightly off balance.

"You really think you are in control here?" I whispered in his ear. 

He forze for a beat — surprised.

"I won't mind, being under your control." He murmured with a grin.

"Whatever." I pulled back and stepped a little away. But before I could actually step aside he held my wrist standing with me, and stepped forward; cornering me to the wall. 

Back to present — his touch, his voice, his presence — too close, too consuming.

"Caiden, you are too close." I breathed, his hand wrapped around my neck, the other tracing slow circles beneath my t-shirt.

"And you are still not pushing me away." He said, leaning closer to my ear. "Just say it, Iliana... you love it when I am this close." He didn't say it; more like stated.

"I don't like it Caiden, you are living in your dreams." I teased. 

Wrapping my arms around his neck; my hand tracing, small lines — while the other cupped his cheek; the thumb brushing under his eyes. My eyes lingerening on his lips. 

"Keep touching me like that, Iliana... and I might forget we're just playing pretend." he muttered.

"Who said I was pretending?" I added; my thumb brushing onto his lower lip. "You have taken pretty good care of them."

"Stop it, Iliana." He warned. "Or we might start something you won't like."

"How do you know what I like and what I don't" I remarked. "And maybe I am liking this more."

"Iliana." My name rolled off his tongue like a prayer — quiet, reverent, like I was something he didn't want to lose. Something he'd worship forever. 

"Stop holding back Caiden." I cooed.

And before I knew my hands — pinned to the wall, his one hand holding them in place while the other held my neck. My back arched into his chest — his lips on my neck — My heart was speeding like a Formula 1 car — reckless, uncontainable. I knew he could feel it; not only him but so did I. It was too loud to be ignored. 

I was supposed to be spending this day with my best friend.
Not with my best friend's older brother.
I was supposed to be focused on the notes — not the way his touch distracted me.

But sometimes, the heart doesn't follow the path it's given.
Sometimes... it chooses its own — it chooses The Unexpected. 

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For all my lovely readers, here we go.