The Paths We Choose

Chapter 6 (elias pov)

     This girl. She's such a mystery to me she constantly pops up. It makes me want to ask so many questions. I refuse to get myself attached, but when I saw her again admiring my shelf of books I couldn't help myself I was drawn in, but it wasn't me keeping my distance it was her.

     I admired her from the doorway. Her flared leggings that did her body justice, and a hoodie that laid off one shoulder "Wuthering heights" I said as I noticed the book she pulled out. That happens to be one of my favorites I almost had the book engraved in my head. I could tell she felt embarrassed. She barely spoke to me before leaving the room in a frantic hurry. As she left a wave of her scent hit me. Don't let yourself fall for her I thought.

     I decided to take a nap sleeping at night is starting to become a hard ritual to maintain the dreams haunt me less during the day

     The images of her started flashing. Blood was in my hand and on my shirt. I woke up frantic. Every breath felt heavy. I got out of bed and headed for the kitchen I was sweating and burning. I needed ice water.

     I stepped into the kitchen and I saw her. I quickly glanced her up in down seeing her with such little cloths on. Had me struggling to function. I mean even her back was sexy she had her hair up in a bun making every inch of her behind noticeable. Just then I realized she was distressed then I looked at what she was doing she was repeatedly cutting her thumb. "What the fuck?"

     I came to her instantly I felt upset with her. Why would she do this to herself? I thought. She was being so stubborn I was offering to help and she continued to deny me. I grabbed her and put her on the counter. And started working on her thumb, but she was still trying to get away from me. I thought about it multiple times before pulling up my sleeve to reveal my own scars I wanted her to feel that I understood her.

    She put a finger among one of the scars. I didn't want to let her I thought at first I should pull away. I had never let someone trace along my scars how I was allowing her, but her fingers felt almost like they had healing powers every touch felt blessed and with a quick reminder of what she's wearing hit me. Stop I thought. Pull away.

     That's what I did I couldn't allow myself to be this close to her I could feel her breath on my neck making my hair stand up and her scent is surrounding us. I opened my eyes and let reality set in I walked out of the kitchen when I was done wrapping her thumb.

     I didn't want that to be our last encounter tonight so I went to my room and put on a bathing suit of my own.

     I re-entered the kitchen she gave a quick glance at my shirtless figure. A slight smile played on my lips before I led her to the backyard.

    Her friends were happy to see her again. I sat in the hot tub and just admired her as she just talked and laughed with her friends. Never had I thought something so simple could be so sexy, "Adora you and your friends should have a sleepover" what the hell am I saying. Let her go home. Every moment I spent with her the more intrigued I became, but even the thought of her sleeping through the walls near me made me want to go crazy. "It's getting late the drive back would be dark these backroads are dangerous, and have no street lights"

I could see Adora's face it look almost confused, "you care?" She said a shocked look on her face. "Well if your friends get themselves hurt. Our parents will blame me I'm the oldest in the house." The shocked face left her slowly before she nodded, "oh so it's still just for you." What is she five? I'm not going to sit here and argue with her, "Let them die what do I care."