FEARS

~16~

The way he said bluefire was soo....I have no words. I felt my knees weaken and quickly held on to my chair for stability. I shook my head rapidly to get rid of some crazy thoughts.

"Can I come in?"

My head whipped up in alarm. Did I hear right? Did he just...

"Did you just..." I trailed off staring in shock. He asked a polite question. Polite??!! I was still gaping at him when he walked in coolly. I knew the politeness was fake.

I scowled at him. "You didn't wait for a reply?"

"I didn't have the patience to wait for your reply while you were busy gaping like a fish," he remarked.

I could feel a growl building up in my throat as my nails dug into the armchair.

That's your chair not his face, so be calm.

I let go of it immediately. At least my legs didn't feel like jello anymore.

"What do you want? I don't have all-"

"Can I sit?" He asked casually, raising a brow at me.

I gasped. That question threw me off guard. He said it like it was a normal thing he says. This can't be the Dashiell I know. I must be dreaming.

I pinched myself to make sure. Ouch. That hurt. So definitely not a dream. I looked at my arm. The red mark was there. I looked at my watch and towards the clock. They were still there, so this is surprisingly real. Clocks don't appear in the dream world.

My eyes met his and they seemed really cold and distant. He had an annoyed expression on his face.

This isn't a dream but there has to be something else. So I came up with a reasonable solution.

"Are you drunk?" I blurted out. Shock was really evident in my tone.

He stalked towards me. His legs were pretty long so he reached my front in two strides.

"You're meant to ask yourself that question, Adriel. Unlike you I don't drink so early in the morning," he retorted.

My brows furrowed. I'm definitely not drunk, and how did he...

"Your breath smells like wine," he answered the question in my mind.

As if the distance between us wasn't enough for him he came even closer. There were only few inches between us. My legs felt frozen. I could feel my heart beating, no, hammering against my chest. What did I say about a heart attack?

"W-what are you d-doing?" I stammered out, panicked.

He leaned down slowly. Now he was just an inch away from my face. His intoxicating sandalwood scent wafted into my nose. My wide eyes searched his amazing bluish grey ones. He raised a finger and trailed it down my face. I could feel my face getting hot. I bit my lip not to let out any sound. His eyes darkened at that action.

What is he doing?

His eyes had something in them. They moved from my eyes to my lips.

"I've smelt the wine, now I just want to taste it," he said huskily, his soft mint breath hitting my lips.

What?!

Does he want to kiss me? And why do I feel like I want to kiss him too?

No. No. No. No. No. NO!

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

I moved away from him quickly. Far away. I leaned my back against the wall and put a hand out as if to protect myself.