Bound to You (Literally)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“What was that about?” I ask Jett as we walk towards the historical and non-fiction section, while I discreetly wipe away the reminiscences of Alex’s forceful kiss.

“What do you mean?” Jett asks innocently.

“Well first, how do you and Alex know each other?”

“We go way back.” He says with a malicious smile on his face.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Nope.” 

 “Ugh! Sometimes I just want to… Ugh!” I groan in frustration while throwing my hands up. “You’re so fucking annoying!” I say to him. 

“I never said anything!” He yells holding up his hands. 

“You didn’t have to say anything; just looking at your face makes me want to punch you.” I mumble kicking the floor with the tip of my shoe.

“Are you sure that’s all you want to do to me?” He asks in a husky voice, while pressing me into the bookshelf behind me. He looks me up and down and then stares back into my eyes daring me to answer him. But all I can look at is his lips and think about how much I want to kiss him, to bite his lips, to run my hands up- I stop my train of thought and look back into his eyes which have changed colour to a darker blue. 

“No,” I say clearing my throat, “I also want to… kick you in the shins and it is becoming very hard to refrain from doing so.” I look down at the lie I have just told because I can’t bare to look him in the eyes. 

Jett’s face creases into a frown and all I want to do is reach out, run my fingers over his frown lines and smooth them out so he doesn’t have anything to worry about.

Wait! What am I thinking?! 

“We need to get to work.” I mumble, looking back up into Jett’s eyes which are still a dark colour. Jett looks at me then back down to my lips as if he is having some internal battle with himself. 

Suddenly he pushes himself away from the wall and walks briskly further into the library. Without saying a word we find our way to the historical and the non-fiction section and we get to work with sorting out all of the books because someone thought it would be funny to take every book out of its place and mess them all up.

So we spent the rest of the day sorting out the books, in both sections, in silence, not once did we say a word to each other but I would catch him looking at me strangely but when he caught my eye he would turn away from me, which would give me the perfect opportunity to stare at his god like body, imagining what I would do to it.

Once we finished sorting out all of the books it was time for the library to close, so we silently trudged to the entrance without saying goodbye to Alex, and we made our way over to Jett’s Mercedes-Benz CL65 AMG. I stare at the car in all of it glory with a wistful sigh. I climb in through the driver’s side, but freeze halfway through climbing over the driver’s seat when I feel a helping hand on my bottom. I ignore Jett’s hand on my bum and continue to climb over the seat.

When we are both settled in we drive home in an awkward silence, and this time we don’t have the radio to break the silence. I turn in my seat to look outside the window and see that it is turning dark outside.

“What time is your date?” My voice is croaky from not speaking for a long time.

Jett’s hands squeeze tightly on the steering wheel and he takes a breath before he answers. “Seven.” He says vaguely.

“Where is it?”

“The new restaurant, Amelia’s.”

“Are we picking her up or is she meeting us there?”