No more tears - Leon Kennedy

Chapter 7

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠."

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As I continued to unbutton my shirt, he quickly grabbed my hands, preventing me from continuing any further. 

I turned my gaze away briefly and ended up smiling, somewhat amused by his pure but genuine reaction.

While I felt his hands buttoning up my shirt again, I gave him a defiant look, which he deliberately ignored after letting out a sigh. In the moment when our bodies were oddly close after I failed my attempt to free myself from his hands, I shivered a little as I felt his breath reach the hollow of my neck and realized he reeked of alcohol. 

I was suddenly not so sure about all of this. 

"Don't take me for a beast, or I might take you up on it," was his only remark as he immediately released me, stepping back a few paces as I covered the lower half of my face with my hand, filled with shame.

How could I never consider the fact that he wasn't sober when he came in?

As he began to leave, seemingly searching for the object I had taken from him a few minutes earlier, he knelt for a moment, letting out a long, silent sigh. 

I bit my lip, knowing all of this was extremely wrong, and, seeing him slightly hesitate in his movements as he stood up after he found his flask, I knew I had to do something. 

"What if..." 

Watching him stop in his tracks the moment I rose my voice, I swallowed my saliva, knowing very well that what I was about to suggest wouldn't help me. 

"What if we make a deal? I tell you what you want, and in exchange, um..." 

As I felt his gaze scan me from head to toe, I strangely became even more nervous than I thought I would be. It would be lying to myself to pretend that he only inspired indifference in me, but I wasn't ready to accept that yet. 

"In exchange?" he asked again as I quickly shook my head, snapping out of my thoughts as I searched for his gaze. 

"In exchange, you stop drinking."

He froze at my request, and as he seemed to laugh it off, I crossed my arms.

"Are you taking me for a child?" 

It was his supposed nonchalance that was starting to get on my nerves.

"I don't see how I could have a conversation with a drunk person."

He shrugged, slightly amused.

"Lucy, can't you just admit that-"

"No, I admit to nothing until you're sober!" I denied it instantly, shaking my head furiously as I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

And as there was a moment of silence where we said nothing, he eventually took the first step.

"Okay. If you say so."

As he started to leave, and I took the opportunity to let out a sigh of relief, he turned back to me one last time before opening the door.

"Let's have that conversation another day."

As the door closed behind him, I found myself once again alone with my doubts.

I thought for a moment about his husky but soft voice when he spoke to me, his icy blue eyes that, despite his demeanor, seemed hungry to inspect each corner of my body, his smile that was both enigmatic and enticing, which only made me wonder what spark had captivated his mind as I bit my lip.