Chapter 15: Nobody but you

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Here is 15 :D

The song is on the side!

Ive been into the shows 'Teen wolf' and 'Sons of Anarchy' lately XD they are both really good shows <3

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Auctioned Hearts 15

I looked up at Demyan wearily; I could tell he was thinking up something devious. As quick as a cheetah Demyan scooped me up in his arms and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

“Demyan!” I exclaimed as I wiggled around in his strong arms blushing due to our proximity. He let me down when we reached the kitchen and I stumbled back a bit before regaining my balance.

“So, what do we want to make today?” he asked casually.

“Umm,” I mumbled shooting my gaze from anywhere but him. “I’m not that great of a cook.” I mumbled sheepishly as I scratched the back of my head. Demyan let out a barking laugh. I had to suppress the shivers his deep voice gave me.

“Well, I guess we all can’t be handsome and talented.” He joked.

I feigned looking around acting like I was confused.

“Someone who’s handsome and talented? Where?”

Demyan smirked and rolled his eyes.

“I guess you can’t see when something is good right in front of you sweetie.”

I glared at the pet name.

“I’d say the same for you!” I lamely replied.

He raised an eyebrow and took a step forward.


Then he took another. And then another. Until we were face to face. Demyan leaned in close to me and I could smell his cologne he always used. His face lingered dangerously close to mine as his wicked smirk made my heart do back flips. Demyan’s moss green eyes scanned my face obviously amused as he gave three slow deep 'tsks'.

“Oh, Chenoa, I’d say I’m pretty talented in spotting something good right in front of me.” he whispered slowly to me, his deep voice surrounding me. I wanted to reach out to him but at the same time I was too scared. I was so caught up in his beautiful green eyes and the way his deep voice would unleash a cage of butterflies in my stomach. I had forgotten to breathe. That was until he retreated with a box of pasta he had retrieved from the cabinet behind my head.

“And I think pasta sounds pretty good wouldn’t you say?” He smiled widely shaking the box as I frowned.

He just teased me and I-I fell for it! Did I actually want him to kiss me or to hold me?

I shook the thought out of my poor head before I could admit to something I wouldn’t be able to take back. I forced on a smile.

“Yes, pasta sounds great!”

He frowned, not handed the joy of an interesting reply from yours truly. As Demyan started to prepare to boil water I wiggled my way onto the bar stool swinging myself back and forth, he threw me an amused look over his shoulder. When he finished filling the pot up with water he put it on the burner and turned the it on. Watching Demyan move- he truly was a natural model- I could see the defined lines of his arms through his shirt and it seemed to make the room a bit hotter than previously was along with my cheeks.

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