The player and the shy girl (ΒΟΟΚ2)

Whispers of Desire

He comes closer to me and looks into my eyes.
"Why don't you want to be with me, Emma?" he asks, and I stare back at him.
Why, Lucas, are you doing this to me?

His chestnut eyes gaze into mine, and I find it hard to respond.
"Are you scared?" he asks, and I shake myself awake.

"Scared of what?"

"Of me hurting you."

"Aren't you the one who should be afraid of that?" I reply, and he looks at me as he steps closer, backing me against the wall until I have no space left.

"If I hurt you, I could never forgive myself," he responds, and at that moment, I genuinely feel my balance slipping away...

"Emma, I want you so much that I can't bear to think about you getting hurt, and I often wonder how someone feels when they fall in love," he tells me, gently touching my cheek with his hand.

I touch his hand, but then pull it away from my face, and he looks at me.
"Don't even think about it," he says, removing me from the wall and kissing me, pulling me against him, placing his hand back on my cheek.

He lifts me up and presses me against the wall, not breaking contact with my lips.
He kisses my neck fervently, leaving little marks that make me sigh and shiver...

He pulls away from my neck and looks into my eyes, both of us catching our breath.

"Those eyes lead me to paradise," he says, gazing at me as a smile spreads across my face.

He kisses me again, but this time gently.
"Will you accept to be mine?" he whispers in my ear as he moves toward my room, leaving me on my bed, climbing over me, and kissing me again.

I don't respond...

He slips his hands under my shirt, touching my bare waist, making me shiver...

He pulls them away and captures my hands, intertwining them with his, as he makes me surrender to him...

He kisses my stomach, moving upward, lifting my shirt slightly, but he stops just before revealing my chest.

He wants to hold back, but I can no longer contain myself...

He looks at me with his eyes closed, breathing slowly.
I lift my head and kiss him, flipping him over so I'm on top of him...

I kiss him as I sit on his arousal.

He stops me and looks at me.
"Calm down, wildcat," he says, smiling.

"What's wrong?" I ask, returning his smile.

"Don't sweep me off my feet," he says, smiling back as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I gaze at him and then slide off of him, lying down next to him.
What the hell has this guy done to me?

"It's not that I don't want to take you down and do everything with you, on the contrary, I do. It's just that you still have time, and I don't want you to do something you might regret later," he tells me, already looking at me since I lay down beside him.

"Just don't sweep me off my feet," I say, staring at the ceiling while pondering what could have happened if we'd continued.

"I'm not sweeping you off your feet, you're sweeping me off mine."

"And how am I doing that? I'm not doing anything to deserve that," I say, glancing at him. He looks back and seems to think for a moment, and I turn my gaze back to the ceiling.

"Just with your one eye, Emma, with your smile, just by seeing you in front of me."

He says this, and I look at him as a smile spreads across my face.

So, this is how someone feels when they're in love?
Thinking about him constantly, wanting to be with him all the time, wanting to do so much with him, and not fearing the risks as long as you're together...
You don't even control yourself, you let each other take the lead, bringing out the best in one another...

I think as I continue to gaze at him.

"I want an answer, and I still haven't gotten one," he says, and I feel so awkward.

I want to be with him, but I'm afraid. Can someone feel me?

"I want you to think about it, Emma, because I'm very serious about this," he says.

I look at him and exhale.
"I'll think about it," I reply, and he looks at me, smiling as he hears my words.

The door to my room swings open, and Mike walks in.
He glances at both of us and then pauses for a moment.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Alisa is coming next week."

"Great, I'm glad to hear that," I reply, and he looks at me.
"Anything else?" I ask while he remains in the doorway, watching us.

"Come here for a moment," he tells me, and I get up while we haven't left the room.

"What's going on?"

"I don't want you to get upset."

"Just tell me already!"

"Aunt wants to cancel the memorial service."
When I heard what Mike said, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Why would she want to do that?
What the hell? Just days ago, we agreed it would happen! What's gotten into her now?" I shout.