Finding My Second Swan

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

He's thinking about it. Only just when I think he was about to say something, he turned and bangs on the kitchen door again. He's shouting for Hales to open up and again, she ignored him.

"She's not going to open it, Nathan."
"Shut the fuck up! I fucking know this. I know what the fuckers are like!"

Tears prick my eyes again, and now I'm wondering why they're all doing this to me. I mean, I don't even know him, for God's sake. Why the hell do they want us to sort anything out? I've no clue, but I seriously need to get out of here. I've resorted to just looking out of the window now. That is after I'd climbed up onto the kitchen bench. I'm getting myself comfortable preparing myself for a very long day.
I hear him sigh before moving over to the sink. I see he's filling the pot; for what I'm guessing is the latte machine.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'd rather not be here either."
He doesn't reply, but I do hear him grunt. We sit in silence for some time and he finally breaks it when he asked if I want syrup.

"No thanks, I'm sweet enough."
Yeah, that earned me a big fat "HA" and yes, it kinda boils my blood. Yet, I ignore him anyway.
"Here..."
I turn my head slightly and see he's holding out a latte. I take it, but I'm looking it over, checking it for anything sinister looking inside.

"Don't worry, I've not added arsenic or anything to it. It's just a regular latte."
The more I'm thinking about this, the whole thing the more I'm wondering why he's so upset about the café ban.
"If you can have lattes here, then why do you go to V's place?"

"Because she makes them better than I do." He said after I had sampled his latte. Oh God, he's not wrong. It's bloody awful, so awful that I have to put it down the sink, along with his.

"Hey, what the hell?"
I tell him to shush, and then I make us another drink. Only this time, I don't use the machine. I go in search of a coffee pot and make it from scratch. Once I finished making it, I added his chosen syrup vanilla. When he took a sip, my insides constrict. It's when he closed his eyes. Oh lord, he's beautiful. He opens them again, and he's now staring into mine, making my insides dance. The butterflies are going crazy and even more so when he attempts to speak. He's struggling to speak. I can see it. He's struggling to breathe, too.

"Is it good?" I ask, and he just gives a little nod of his head.
"How do you make it taste so good?"
I grin when he asked this, and I watch in fascination when his eyes look down. He's watching me smile and all the while he's doing so I'm watching him.

"Just... Well, I just make sure to not burn the coffee. I mean, machines are great and all, but only for a quick fix. They'll never truly satisfy your taste buds. Not like the real deal."
Somehow he's moved in he's a little closer to me now. I don't even realise he moved until I feel his body heat. His scent once again is wrapping itself around me and I once again close my eyes.

"Why do you hate me? Nathan." I ask when he moves in again. He's once again sending my heart into overdrive. More so when I feel his warm breath caressing my face.

"I don't fucking hate you, Darcy."
My breathing hitches and I'm still not entirely sure of what's going on right now. I tell him this too but his response confuses me even more. Even more when his hot hand touched the back of my neck. His face is so close, I can feel his lips brush against mine when he speaks.

"I don't hate you! I fucking want you."
Bam, his lips connect with mine. And all the while he kissed me, my heart went crazy stupid.

Eventually, I think I hear the door click. I think she's finally unlocked it. But still, he doesn't pull away from me. No, he's still kissing me. He's pushing my body against the bench and all the while he's doing it, I'm pulling him closer. I'm desperate to feel him. His hands move under my T-shirt, which made me shiver just with the heat of it. Then just when I feel him about to connect with my tits that's when he suddenly rips his lips away. He left me here in a puddled mess while we both gasp for breath.
I'm devastated when he broke free and stormed away. I'm now alone, feeling confused. What the hell is going on? And better still, what the hell was that? He wants me? He kissed me after telling me he doesn't hate me, but he wants me, only to then leave? This shit is seriously giving me whiplash.
When I find my bearings again, I storm my way back to V's. Once there, I grab my bag and coat and as I look at the clock, I see it's almost after one. So I still have time to pick my baby up. Again, V attempts to ask what happened. This time, I respond.