Love Torment

26

Siege

Our steps were slow and careful. The action muffled out the sound of our steps against the pavement. The rolling of the rubber from her bicycle was the only noise between us. I held onto the handles of the bicycle and made sure to move it with balance.

Veéta was walking a step before me. Her arms were wrapped around her waist to allow her hands to clutch onto the straps of her backpack. Her movements were slow and almost teasing. My gaze was solely focused on her and her entirety. It puzzled me to think I hadn't noticed how great her body was. Every so often, a car speeding past would snap me out of my daze.

Clothes. I blamed it on the two-piece she was wearing. Strategically designed to draw attention to the chest, to emphasize the waste and create a stir with the minimal yet provocative skin showing. She pulled it off well. She looked great in everything. I thought she looked great in everything.

Her hair floated over her head and shined against the bashing sun. She would look back at me to smile at me ever so often. Her eyes sparkled. 

The emotions came ever so intensely. Everything I had been holding back. Everything I knew I wasn't supposed to feel. It was finally being released. I was extremely aware of the thuds my heart was giving. My stomach churned with nerves. I slowed my breathing to calm myself down. My head was clear of all thoughts.

It was okay. I could have a few moments to feel, right? Before executing the grand plan, I was allowed to enjoy a few moments with her. I wanted to have something to hold on to.

"I wonder..." Veéta mumbled to herself. I shifted down my blatant stare at her body. When did I become a pervert? How could I stop it? Was there medication I could get?

"Hmm." I hummed out simply at her. Could she sense it? It would only take one look at my face to tell what I was thinking.

"Don't make it too obvious. Pretend." She told as she took a sudden halt. It took me a few steps to be beside her. Once I was, she continued her steps.

"About...?" I couldn't help but let my time come out sounding weak. It was a moment of weakness. Simply that.

"You don't want to be doing this. Why are you doing it?" She questioned me as she glanced at me to catch my gaze.

"What?" My heart stopped for a moment. I couldn't understand what she was talking about.

"You OBVIOUSLY don't want to walk me home. Why are you here if you're just going to look sullen? Pretend to be enjoying it or...go." She explained to me as she kept her tone calm. She kept her gaze ahead and tightened her arms around her waist.

The corners of my mouth perked up into a lazy smile as I let myself relax. I let out a breath and let my body relax.  It went a little far as I let out a chuckle.

"Why would I do something I didn't want to do? I was just thinking." I told her as I assured her with a smile.

No makeup. Did she wear make-up? I couldn't tell. She was just pretty. Her lips were naturally shaded red, her skin was clear and her lashed thick.

I was starting to sicken myself a little.

Honestly.

"I wish I could jump into your head. Come on, let me in!" She spoke to me as she skipped over and knocked on my head with a playful smile. I stepped away from her and gave her a look of seriousness.

"I don't want to make you cry." I told her as I kept her gaze fixed on mine. She gave me a look of confusion before she smirked at me slowly as if in the realization of my words.