Heart's Games

Heart's Games|Chapter 23: Time To Wear Black

Chapter 23: Time To Wear Black

I have done many things I regret. For example, I didn't react in time to save my aunt. I got myself in a stupid mind game made by a murderer. I might have gotten Seth in trouble for things he might have not done. I also left my best friend behind and now he is part of this mind sick game- and also the cause of it. I have done many things in my life that I regret, but kissing Tyler Stevens is definitely not one of them.

It was so perfect. How his lips gently pressed against mine and how his hands had cupped my face delicately, like if he was afraid he would break me. How my fingers ran through his soft dark hair. How his lips trembled a bit when I would part the tiniest bit. It was anything I could have ever dreamed of. Gentle and perfect.

I loved the way his hands slowly traveled from my face to my hair. He entangled his fingers through my hair as he pushed me to be a little closer to him. I still remember how our bodies had crashed, and I didn't do anything to stop it. Instead, my hands found way to his neck to follow suit. I was running out of breath, but I didn't want to stop. I didn't want the moment to be over, but my lungs had their limit.

Once he had pulled away, I remember being astonished. He had the same look on his face, but as I took a hand to my lips, he smirked. It wasn't a cocky smirk or a sly smile; it was a smile I will never be able to forget. Tyler actually looked...happy...in a way I had never seen him before. Small stutters escaped from me as I tried making a coherent sentence. Of course, I failed miserably.

"We should really get a cab, Storm. I mean, we have ten minutes to get to the mansions."

He didn't need to say anything else. I, unfortunately, couldn't say anything at all, so I just followed his steps. The entire way toward the streets was different this time. He took me by the hand, but we weren't rushing off. It was as if we were still processing the kiss. For me, it was still a dream. For him? It was so hard to tell, because he wore that face again. That face I couldn't decipher.

He dug his left hand in the pocket of his dark jeans. With his right hand, he held mine tightly, almost a bit stronger than he did when we were running. His hands weren't as soft as Harold's, but they were just perfect, because for the first time I could touch someone I wasn't going to ruin. At least I hoped I wouldn't.

The ride in the cab felt awfully long. Not because I was worried about the time, but because Tyler would constantly change expressions. For a second, he looked so happy and complete. All of a sudden, all his face features would shift and he would stare away from me. There was an empty seat between us and I was so tempted to scoot all the way over and kiss him again, but I felt like if he wanted to do it, he would have done it. None of us pronounced a word, but every time he'd look over to me, a smile would find its way to me. And how couldn't it? It was Tyler we were talking about! And maybe he doesn't have extraordinary hair or exotic eyes, but he was definitely something else. Something I liked a bit too much.

We got to the mansions ten minutes late and we got a lecture on how dangerous the streets were for kids like us. We would constantly nod our heads and say, "You're right, Ms. Wentzler," even though she totally wasn't because I honestly think that the chances of being kidnapped by an Al-Qaeda member were terribly low. The chances of being attacked by a tremendous murderer, however, were much higher.

I was sent to the dorms first. Tyler had to stay. I didn't even get a hint of what was going on, and I honestly didn't think it was all that important.

I hurried out of the school and headed to the elevators. Once the doors were shut closed, I didn't care that I was left all alone with security cameras around. I took a hand to my lips and smiled. I had to bite them to hold back the excited shriek that was tempting to escape. The attempt was useless, though, because I definitely did let the shriek escape and hit the wall of the elevator to resist the need of jumping up and down like a six-year-old girl. Gosh, I even laughed to myself! What was going on with me?