Time in Love

Chapter Nine

I look up at Kai. Almost not recognizing the strikingly blue eyes and jet black hair that piles at the top of his forehead. Just looking at him makes my neck hurt so I at him in my mirror reflection. My vanity makes him look a lot less intimidating.

"Why are you here?" I say, snapping my eyes from the mirror and grabbing the blankets off my bed to cover my slightly exposed body.

"I needed to warn you about something because it seems that you aren't taking me seriously enough." He remarks rudely.

I raise my eyebrow at him. "And to prove that you humiliate me by creeping in and watching me change???"

The bastard smirks. "No, that was just a plus." He admits in a downright sultry tone.

I feel heat paint my face as it burns in a feeling between hatred and pure unadulterated longing. My eyes catch on the way his buttons are unbuttoned just few at the top exposing just a slim piece of his open chest.

I push him with all my might and to my satisfaction he stumbles a step back.

"Get the hell out!!" I whisper shout, fully aware of how thin our walls are. "I'm doing what you asked so get the hell out!!"

He rolls his eyes at me. "You aren't doing anything! Wearing a sparkly pink dress and a blindingly shiny fan won't win Romeo over! It's like you want him to stop pursuing you!" Kai remarks, angrily.

Guilty....

I bite my lip and he gives me a stare that tells me he knows exactly what I'm thinking.

"Try harder."

"Fine I'll try harder! Happy?"

"Yes," he whispers, leaning closer. "And no."

His eyes scream at me like they are trying to speak a language I can't understand. A language I never seem to understand because I do not understand him. What's worse is that he seems to think I do.

I bare my teeth at him and glare like I used to when I got livid as a child.

I know my face a is an embarrassing shade of red so I look downward and will my bangs to hide it.

"What in gods name do you want from me!" I hiss.

And it's as if something's clicked in him, a match snapped on, a fire ignited in his eyes.

He pushes me back against the vanity shelf and I'm forced to meet his piercing eyes. Suddenly hands are around my waist lifting me up, up before gently placing me on the Vanity table. His eyes search mine before he dips his head and his lips meet mine.

It's messy and uncertain and all the things they don't tell you about in the fairy tales when they talk about first kisses.

His hands knead and smooth as his tongue prods at my mouth. Ultimately, I loose our fight and he slips in, soft, smooth and utterly warm inside my mouth. Smelling of musk, but somehow tasting like chocolate and mint all at the same time.

I want to moan, cry, or maybe scream but every sound I could've made has been silenced by the man holding me. Every once of fight leaves my body leaving only lust and want to walk the halls of my normally focused mind. The mind, that has left me completely it seems.

Then a soft knocking sounds at the door. Seconds after, our eyes fly open.

It takes me hearing the door next to mine open and close gently for my body to unravel the knots in my stomach.

"Come with me." Kai breathes and the taste of him is still lingering like butter on my tongue. Giddy, he takes my hand and tugs me towards the now open window, a cool breeze coming through, inviting me to whistle through the branches of trees and dance on roof tops.

My brain spins at the enormity of what a crime I've just committed.

I refuse.

I push at his chest ignoring has fast his heart is beating under my palm.

"No! This is wrong! You do not court me- you do not speak to me for days and then this!?" I hiss exasperatedly.

"All this none sense courting is insanity! If I wrap my hands in your hair or bite at your lip what changes?"

"Everything!" I screech. At the same time he says, "Nothing." In his cool patronizing tone.

It's silent for a minute. Minutes that float by until Kai's shoulders shag in defeat.

"I... I do not understand."

My face burns and the words that come out of my mouth don't sound like me own when I say them.

"Because you are not a woman, or a gentleman."

"What do you suppose I am?" he questions his face is blank, unreadable as we stand at opposite sides of my room.

"A magician, a and thief by nature." I spit at him.

He smirks. "Then you must be the virgin, who falls for the trickster?"

My eyes narrow at him. "I've agreed to your terms you can leave now."

And he does. The second my windows closed up and my curtains are drawn I feel a tear slip down my cheek. I brush it away, ignoring the tingle in my fingers.