Troublemaker

Chapter-16 One day.

Chapter~16 One day.

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And so I let him in. Just like that.

Trust me, right now I didn't have half the mind to boast about how fearless I was or how Warren could never be the one to haunt me in my dreams because apparently he had succeeded in scaring me witless. But there was another thing he did, which was never considered good in my case especially.

He spiked my curiosity. And no matter what the consequences might be, I was never the one to back out. More like I didn't give a damn about the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' because I didn't mind in being that cat.

My room seemed the same, those similar light pink walls, providing me with some peace of mind, a queen sized bed with sheets of purple-white combination, as well as a huge walk-in-closet beside the bathroom door. With everything in place, I had to pause for a minute. Is this really my room? And then my eyes fell over the bedside table, as I noticed the box of chocolates that I'd make Callum get for me.

Definitely, my room.

Quickly, I limped over to the bed, not having the strength to stand straight anymore, and settled in the comfortable thing.

"You like your room?" I heard Warren's distant whisper from where he stood at the threshold of my room, examining it as if it were an enemy's land.

I nodded in response only realizing a second later that his eyes weren't on me. "Yes, I do," my voice matched his tone, but sounded much more pathetic.

His piercing grey eyes locked with mine, making a shiver run down my spine. In that moment, he seemed calm, collected, not enraged, not arrogant. And I wondered if he ever let go of that huge ego of his. He could be a whole different person if that ever were to happen, may be just a tad bit better person but surely better.

I got a curt nod in reply.

Smoothly, he walked over to me, his steps slow and careful as he rounded the bed in his oh so graceful posture, that anybody would've killed to get. I tensed for a moment, not liking the way he was coming towards me, as if I were a prey about to be dismantled.

I observed every one of his movement with the eyes of a hawk, contemplating whether I should let him come any more closer than he already was.

Finally he was in front of me, eyes scanning my body from head to toe, causing me to feel nervous about my current state in which I could easily pass for a hobo.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked, brows furrowed and jaw tight.

Everywhere, could've been my brilliant reply if I hadn't bit my tongue, almost drawing blood.

"I can't tell you exactly where it hurts. It's just that I have fever, and my head feels heavy and my body feels like its on fire," I explained as nicely as possible half expecting him to just throw me some tablets and a glass of water and then slide out the door.

Unexpectedly, he lowered himself to my bed, making himself comfortable at my feet and out of reflex I pulled my legs closer to myself, creating a good amount of space between us. My heart was beating so fast that I was afraid it would thrash out my ribcage any second if Warren didn't move away. However, my body was a whole different story to tell.

"You need to be closer to me," he spoke taking heed of the gap between us.

"Why? Your super-powers don't work this way?" I gestured in between us, trying to act cool or lets just say, I wanted to reduce the ever growing intensity amidst us.