Because Of Her.

43 | Kiss me.

Song for this chapter : Sexual Vibe by Stephen Puth.

L I A M

"I did not spike her drink. I am her friend." I repeat frustratingly to the bald officer.

"That's for us to decide." He tells me.

"How you're going to decide? By going back in time to see who spiked her drink?"

"Don't sass us boy."

"I'm not sassing just asking general question."

"Asking question is our job, yours is to answer us and co-operate with us. It will be good for you."

"Are you threatening me?"

"We don't threaten unless you convict a crime."

"There's that look on your face again. I did not spike her drink." I can't help but raise my voice. He ignores me.

I groan and walk to Rose who is starting to collect pebbles again. She is sitting on the street, counting on it without any care of what's happening around her. I need to make sure that she doesn't blurt something which could put us in trouble.

"Rose. Stop doing that." I scold when she starts to throw them near the sidewalk where square shape boundaries are around the trees and I realize she is cleaning—

The pebbles from the street.

"The fuck!" I murmur under my breath and hook my arms under her armpits to make her stand but she starts to wiggle.

"No! There's more." She whines.

"There's nothing. Come on, you're getting yourself filthy in cleaning the damn streets that is not your job."

"I am not cleaning the streets I am just making sure to put the pebbles in their home—where they belong in the mud."

"Do you belong in mud too because you're getting there."

"No your mind belongs to mud...wait in gutter. You're so filthy I'm not. Like in that trial room what you said. It wasn't even in my head yet it was in yours."

I am surprised that she brings that up.

"Because I always know what's going on in that pretty head of yours." I tap the side of her head lightly before tracing her temple and bringing my index finger down to her jaw, slowly.

"You don't know shit." She challenges and I quirk my eyebrow.

"So you're telling me I don't know about how you could get turned on with the idea of watching yourself in the mirror?" I begin.

"How you looked like when I run my tongue on your skin, the way your eyes were fixated in the mirror, the instant dilation of your pupils, flushed cheeks and heavy breathing." I stop and observe the way her attention is totally on my words and how she is looking just like I am describing.

"It was just because it was turning you on and how it consider filthy, a taboo to be into that kind of stuffs—it aroused you more. So fucking much that it was hard for you to admit it." I whisper keeping my voice low so no one can hear but her.

Her breath accelerates and her grey eyes becomes cloudy—smoky. I lean into her face and can feel the soft puff of her breath.

"Rose, I am not the only filthy one here, you're too. Now tell me am I wrong?" I ask. She maintains the eye contact and gulps before nodding her head.

"How about I help you in visualizing it differently?" I arch my eyebrow and she looks at me with anticipation so I continue.

"Imagine a room—full with mirrors and in midst of it stands you in the dress you're wearing right now. I reach for the zipper behind it and slowly—leisurely I pull it down and then roughly slide it down your body until you're in your underwear." I whisper in her ear. Her breath speeds up and subconsciously she curls her fingers around the flannel.