𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 27 ♡

July 27th.

~ Celeste POV ~

For a number of times that I've lost count of, I woke up beside Nic. 

We've slept in the same bed daily for a while. I think that it's the only way I know how to sleep now.

I think that he's still asleep, until I try and step out of bed, and a strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back.

He pulls me on top of him, and the large t-shirt of his that I stole is the only thing keeping us from being skin to skin, since he never sleeps with a shirt on. But I don't mind.

I smile and trace my finger along his black tattoos on his chest, and slowly make my way up to the ones on his neck.

"Did they hurt?" I ask. 

"Not the worse pain I've felt," he shrugs while gently pushing all of my hair out of my face, as if that were the only thing he wanted to see.

"And what was?" I ask. 

He keeps his hands on my face. When he looks into my eyes, sometimes I forget what I've even said while I get lost in his eyes the color of the sky. 

"I don't know yet," he whispers.

My eyebrows lower. But before I can say anything, hearing Hans on the TV behind me made me turn around and sit up.

A news reporter spoke on the TV, 'The famous artist Hans Rodriguez has been identified in a body found burned in a dumpster. No DNA was left at the scene but it is theorized that he was dead before he was burned. Anybody with information is asked to please come forward.'

"Once they start looking into him more, they'll see his history with the cartel," Nic says to me, so I look at him over my shoulder. "And they'll quickly assume it was them."

I nod. Hans wasn't exactly my biggest problem right now. 

"So, beautiful," Nic sits up and moves close to me. "Our date is at 6 pm."

Date. God, just the word alone gave me butterflies.

"And are you going to tell me what we're doing?" I tilt my head at him and smile.

He shakes his head, "Nope."

"No?" I raise my eyebrows at him. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, with his feet hitting the floor. I slowly move my leg over him, straddling him, while he tilts his head up at me. I press my forehead against his, the tips of our nose touching. I whisper, "Not even if I do this?"

"Not gonna happen, Dobrev," he shakes his head and won't tell me, but he looks at my lips hungrily.

I press my lips on his, kissing him slowly. His hands wrap around me, moving up and down my back as I kissed him. I moved my lips away from his, kissing his strong jawline, before moving my way down to his neck.

I kiss it gently. Slowly. A low vibration comes from his throat, and I smirk when I feel him grow hard against me.

"How about now?" I wrap my arms around his neck and lean back. 

His jaw is tight, as if I'm torturing him, but he smiles.

"Still no," he doesn't give in. It makes me sigh and stand up. 

I start to head into the kitchen, and he calls out to me, "Come back, Dobrev! Don't leave me like this!"

I look at him over my shoulder, and see him sitting with a smile on the edge of the bed. I tell him, "Nope. You won't tell me, go I guess we'll just both blue ball each other."