Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

Save Him Before It's Too Late

Goosebumps ran down my arms, rolling off my knees like butterflies.

My heart stood all damp and fuzzy, my body all cold with the wind brushing my hair away.

I couldn't help but think,

What was this feeling? What was this rush and fuzziness he left me with?

The rush was so overwhelming, that it made me jump in a squeal.

My breath fastened. I held my chest, attempting to slow down my breath.

I went back inside the party, hiding behind a group of guests laughing. My mind backtracked to all these stupid questions.

What was he referring to by real things? What it is that he termed real? And the forehead kiss in the end...looking at my face like that...

What did he mean?

Was it something about what happened earlier in the closet? Was he finally admitting that he had checked me out in the past?

If that was the case...then I should confront him...he can't wordplay his admission and get out of it...

In fact, I should do it now.

I glanced around the dim lightening of the hall, hoping to find him standing somewhere with his ladies. I went to the other end, but couldn't find him.

"Must be back to his room."

I went upstairs, finding our room locked open. I knocked.

The woman with blonde hair opened in a robe, glancing at me up and down.

I shot her a plastered smile,

"Ah...can I talk to Don?"

She nodded, letting me inside. Don lay on the bed with the other robe woman beside him, holding a glass of rosy wine.

I cleared my throat, gathering their attention. Donnor looked up at me, approaching me. I led him out of the room, my fists clenching.

He glanced down at my fists.

"You wanted to talk, Callie? What's up? Did Smith send in a message?"

"Even if he would do that, why would I tell you?"

"Well, you don't have to. I have my sources."

My nerves shot up.

"Oh yes. Sources. You have the ladies reporting everything to you."

Little pigs. I thought.

He tilted his head, studying me.

"So why are you here?"

I folded my arms in disbelief. He changed the subject when I brought them up. He is hiding something.

I glared at his icy cold eyes, trying to melt them down.

"I want to know what you did there in the garden. If that was an admission that you have been indeed checking me out in the past."

"Oh."

His jaw twitched. I narrowed my eyes. He closed the door behind us, leaning in my ears,

"Even if I did, Callie, how is that a problem?"

I hunched back, staring at him in disbelief,

"What!?"

"Yes..." He muttered in my ears, his lips brushing my earlobe,

"We have kissed so many times before. I am already used to you salivating on me whenever I wear black."

My eyes widened at his words, my body, on the other hand, lit on fire in anger.