I stared at the sky, reminiscing what had happened. It all felt like a nightmare, repeating itself everytime I closed my eyes.
We had returned from London the very next day after that incident. It was not a nice memory.
Lewis had woken me up by pulling off my blanket - which, by the way, was worse than throwing water. It wasn't the way he had woken me up the only problem, but the major problem was his mood. He seemed angry, yet composed, which made him look scarier.
He had ordered me to get ready for the flight back, and before I knew it, we were back in Liverpool.
It has been three days now, and every now and then, I tend to get lost in the dark memory. I felt like a criminal walking unpunished on the earth.
Lewis was another story. He was nice at times and mad at other times. Whenever I woke up because of a nightmare, he was the nicest person in the world. But whenever I became stable, he turned to an angry mode. And his anger was silence, which was extremely scary.
I was sitting on the porch of the backyard, with all the jumbled thoughts going through my mind. But the problem was, that night wasn't the only thing that occupied my mind. I recalled Lewis's sudden kiss at the 'unofficial' meeting. The memory was driving me crazy. I wanted more.
That's when I made up my mind. Tonight, Lewis was going to pay for that kiss.
I waited patiently for the night to come, making up plans to make my move. When we were finally in bed at night, I turned on my bedside lamp, sat up and faced Lewis. I glared at him.
"What?" Lewis asked.
"You kissed me that day, at your unofficial meeting," I said faking my annoyance. To my surprise, Lewis turned his face away.
"Sorry about that," Lewis said still not facing me. "It's just that, you were too close."
To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. Did that mean Lewis was holding back too? I saw that as my cue to move on.
Lewis turned to look at me, probably wanting for my response.
"I don't want an apology," I said, still faking annoyance. "I want payback."
Lewis shrugged. "I don't payback," saying that he closed his eyes.
No! He spoiled my plan! He was supposed to say that how should he payback. Then I would have replied 'kiss me'. And now he has rendered my plan useless.
Well then, there's only one thing I can do: stop planning and start acting.
I moved forward and kissed Lewis.
Lewis was still for a little while, but then he started reciprocating. It was a nice feeling. I felt like a barrier between us had broken. Though it was still awkward.
We didn't kiss long before it broke.
"What are you doing, Bella?" Lewis asked, seriously confused.
"Kissing you?"
"I know that, but why?"
"It's payback, or you can say revenge, for that kiss," I said, glaring in his eyes, displaying annoyance. I just couldn't muster up the courage to admit it out loud.
Lewis's bewildered expression soon changed to a smile, then a smirk.
"Then I will have to take revenge too," saying that, Lewis lifted his head and pulled me closer and kissed me. I accepted it happily.
~(This chapter might have a little bit of mature content. Just a little bit. No direct words or clear scenes will be mentioned. It's readable. 13+)~
Lewis turned me around during his kiss till I was lying on my back. Our soft and smooth kiss slowly changed to a more fierce and demanding one. Lewis kissed my cheek, my jawline, my neck, my collarbone. I didn't want him to stop, but he did.
"Bella," Lewis said huskily. I could see the desire on his face and in his eyes. "I..."
"Yes," I tried to encourage him. To tell him to move on. Though I myself didn't have any courage for... for whatever I felt at that moment.
"I want you, Bella," Lewis whispered in a very husky voice. I nodded in agreement.
And we ended up doing it.
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After sometime, Lewis was lying above me, breathing heavily. I could sense his strong heartbeat against myself. His head was on my left shoulder and we were covered with a duvet. I looked up at the roof, as I came back to my senses.
What have I done?!
I couldn't believe it. We had done 'it'. You know, the 'it' that people do to have babies, or just to have some fun. Well, I had NONE OF THE TWO REASONS! Why did I even do it, I didn't know. I had never planned to do so. And even if I did, I would have done it with someone I loved, not with someone I hate.
"I hate you," I whispered what I was thinking, and regretted it soon. Because Lewis lifted his head and looked at me with blank expression. He didn't say anything, instead, he got off me and went to his side of bed.
I suddenly felt alone. I didn't understand why. I hated him. He hated me. Then why did we do it? And just why did I feel so empty because Lewis left?
I turned around and brought my duvet to my face. Closing my eyes, I went to sleep.
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I was standing in front of the mirror of the dressing room, looking at the reflection of what I was wearing at that moment.
It was another night, and yesterday's memory and feelings just wouldn't leave me. I was being overcome by the feeling. I think I had been cast under a spell, if something like that was even possible.
I looked at the attractive dress, I don't know if it could even be called a dress. It hardly covered anything. What was the point of these dresses?
I sighed. I obviously looked extremely desperate. What could I do? I was desperate!
I slowly opened the door of the dressing room and got out, trying to muster as much confidence as I could.
The room was dark, except for Lewis's bedside lamp and... the light from his laptop screen. Tonight was his working night, and I felt stupid for getting dressed for nothing.
But I had done what I had done. I wasn't going back. So I walked to the bed to lie down.
Lewis's eyes flickered in my direction, momentarily leaving the laptop screen, as I came nearer. Then he snapped his whole head in my direction, looking at me with wide eyes. I could tell how he was trying to focus his eyes on my face, even though they were trying to move down.
"What?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing," he said after a moment's pause and turned back to his laptop.
I lied on the bed and quickly covered myself with the duvet. I felt relieved.
"Why are you wearing that?" Lewis asked still looking at the laptop, though his fingers weren't moving.
"It was in my collection. Can't I wear it?"
Lewis only nodded and kept on staring at the laptop screen. Turning away from him, I closed my eyes and soon heard the sound of his laptop keys. For some reason, I felt a little down.
It wasn't late when I heard Lewis putting down his laptop and turning off the light.
"Are you a sleep?" He whispered. I didn't reply.
I felt the bed moving and my duvet being lifted. Lewis had entered my duvet. His hand came around my waist and he hugged me from my back. I leaned closer to him, indicating that I was up. We didn't do anything, but sleeping in this position brought a smile on my face.
The next night, my state was the same - desperate. Last night we hadn't done anything, but this night I was determined.
I got dressed and came out of the dressing room. Lewis wasn't working tonight. Instead, he was lying down, looking at me with a smirk on his face. What was the guy thinking?
When I reached the bed, Lewis moved to my side of the bed before I could climb on it.
"What?" I asked purely confused.
"Our bed, remember?" Lewis said shrugging, with the smirk not leaving his face. "We can lie wherever we want."
"What?! We're not doing this again!"
"The whole bed is empty."
I wasn't going to take that. I won't move. He will. So I climbed right above him.
Lewis tackled me, rolling around with me with his arms around my waist. After two turns, Lewis was above me. My heart started beating fast.
"Lewis... what are you doing?" I asked stupidly.
"What are you doing? After dressing like that, do you really expect me to hold back?"
"Then why are you holding back?" I asked as if I was challenging him.
I waited for his response, till he opened and closed his mouth many times. "Can I?" He finally asked, and I was pissed by his slowness.
"Don't act like a gentleman that you're not!" I snapped, and before he could say anything, I pulled him by placing my hand on the back of his head, and kissed him. The kiss eventually led to the full course.
But, after it all, Lewis silently separated from me and went to his side of bed. I felt lonely again. It had been my fault.
This became our every night routine. I would get ready and then we would do it, then Lewis will go to his side of the bed. But after a few nights, it occurred to me that why should I get ready? So that night, I appeared in my usual night dress.
Lewis was surprised to see me dressed normally. He wasn't expecting this. He looked at me bewildered till I lied down.
"Have you started with your periods?"
"WHAT?!!!" I shouted with a jerk of my head. "Why would you say that?" I asked awkwardly.
"Your dress," he replied. "Or are you not in the mood to night?"
It took me a moment to understand what he was saying. He thought that I am dressed normally because either I don't want to do it, or I am in my periods so I can't do it.
"Why are you jumping to conclusions? I can wear whatever I want," I said. I didn't want to be very clear, but I had to be very careful too. Otherwise, if I showed any hint of disagreement, he would move away, and I didn't want that.
But Lewis still seemed unconvinced. He only nodded, and neither said anything, nor did anything. I gave up - he wasn't going to make the first move. So I moved closer to him. I saw him smiling before I closed my eyes and kissed him.
That night, Lewis didn't move away from me after we had done it. We slept in each other's arms. I felt strangely happy. What I didn't understand was: why? I hated him, he hated me. Then why did I enjoy this?
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