HIM AND I

Chapter 17

"I can't believe YOU wore MY towel around your butt! " I shout at him, then see his shoulders shaking from silent laugh but then I hear it, his deep manly and loud laugh. I remind myself that I hate this guy but it's just...

" I AM wearing your towel. " He shouts back. I don't say anything. He starts cooking something, I can't figure out yet. After a minute or two, I smell it- the delicious smell of my favourite food! WHITE-FREAKING SAUCE PASTA! I hop from the shelf and go near him.

" I can't believe YOU know how to cook ?! PASTA?! " I lick my lips, I actually feel much better now. I look at the white sauce he is stirring and the pasta boiling on the other stove. 

" There's nothing you know about me, Wetsy. " He says calmly, while stirring the sauce. It's hard to focus on the sauce or anything when I have an amazing view of this guy's body. I sigh and sit back on the shelf. I think of something to say but I can't. There's nothing I can say. I am still mad at him about earlier. Last time, I met him. I.. 

" Where are the spices? " Gavin's voice corrupts my thoughts. I take a deep breathe and look at him. Then I point my hand above my head. He walks toward me and right when I THINK he'll stop in front of me and I'll hop from the shelf but something VERY wrong happens at the moment. He doesn't stop when makes him closer to me and I hop from the shelf at the same point- making our lower bodies meet each other's. My eyes and mouth widen with realisation and I look at Gavin- whose eyes are flinching. He curses under his breathe. I start biting my lower lip out of habit and look at the vase on the dining table. 

" Would you fucking stop doing that?! " Gavin's loud, deep voice drags my attention then. I look at him, our eyes meeting. I suddenly feel like I can't breathe. His eyes move to my lips making me feel suddenly very conscious that I still am biting it, hard. 

" I.. I.. can't help.. Its.. it's a habit." I say quietly. I am not comfortable at all now. I look at his eyes which are already looking at me with a look, I can't quiet figure out.

" What?!" I ask while narrowing my eyes. My eyes drag to his full, pink lips and there I see it. His knowing smirk. He shifts his body more towards me. I nearly groaned this time. 

" Do I make you nervous?" He places both his big hands on either side of me. 

" N-N-NO! You don't! " I quickly answer but his playful eyes don't believe it. Of course, he doesn't believe. Hell, I don't believe myself with this guy. I feel like I can do anything for him, if we stay like this.. Jesus, I am soo sorry. This guy! and his stupid games!

" I don't believe you. " He says calmly. His wheels turning in his head. 

" So what? It's not like I am going to make you believe me! " I say while rolling my eyes with all my left confidence but I can barely breathe.

" Hmm.. Maybe, you would.." He says playfully. His body moves more towards me ..his mouth inches apart from mine. My eyes widen suddenly. I feel his- his- NO! 

" Fuck Off, Lockwood! I am not proving anything.. " I make a final sentence. Mentally high fiving myself. He looks at me with his lustful eyes. His burning eyes can only melt my insides and I absolutely hate it!

" Come on, just admit the fact that I make YOU nervous. " He says while shrugging. 

" I AM NOT NERVOUS OF YOU! " 

" Prove it! "

" HOW THE FUCK DO I PROVE THAT NOW?! "

" Kiss me! If you are not scared or nervous! "

" What?! " This jerk!!! ugh I hate him! " You know, Gavin... I am not scared of anybody.." This time I move closer to him, making him flinch again and I feel really good. More Powerful. I quickly grab his towel on his sides, never leaving his eyes. I feel alot confident right now. His eyebrows rise when the realisation hits him but suddenly his smirk is back on his lips.