Black Crest

When Life Gives You Lemons...

Chapter eleven

Gun shots filled my ears, earning a smirk from me. I stared at the house that stood in front of me. The gun shots kept going on and on for about 20 minutes after everything went dead silent. Out of 12, 10 of our men walked out on their legs while carrying the two injured guys.

"That was easier than I thought" Blake mumbled from next to me.

"You work in Diego's gang Blake, aka the brainless one" Bryce winked at him. I chuckled and turned around, walking back towards our car.

Once I sat inside the car, I started the ignition and drove back home after the other two got in.

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"IM EXHAUSTED!" I yelled at no one in particular once I trudged in my bedroom.

"I get that but it wasn't necessary to scream it out Siea, everyone's gonna get the wrong idea.." my eyes widened in realisation at what I just said.

"Crap" I slapped my forehead and fell face down on the bed. I heared him chuckle and sit down next to me.

"You should really think before you talk" he shook his head.

I turned and face him, resting my cheek on my right palm, with my elbow digging into the mattress.

"Right" I nodded. He turned to look at me.

I stared at him and for the first time and I noticed the little details in his face. The tiny line which was a healed up cut, right above the left corner of his left eyebrow. He slowly leaned in, putting his weight on his left elbow which rested to the right side of my head.

I reached up and touched the little line gently with the index finger of my left hand.

"What happened there" I whispered, turning my gaze back to his beautiful hazel eyes.

"A blade" he replied, still staring at me.

My fingers brushed up to the right side of his forehead to another little scar.

"There?" I whispered again.

"Stitch" his fingers slowly began playing with a few stray strands of my hair.

I moved my fingers lower and gently brushed them against his soft lips, my eyes now fixed on them. I leaned in, completely concious of what I was doing. His hand cupped my left cheek and his thumb caressed my bottom lip as he leaned in as well.

What are you doing? My inner voice nags me.

None of your business.

What if he hurts you?

Let's see.

What if he makes you cry?

Isn't hurting and crying the same thing?

I knew what I was doing.

But I wanted to try what things and actions like these felt.

Even though I'm married now, I never had a boyfriend before, hence making the fact obvious that I'm a virgin.

The only intimate thing I ever did was share a kiss. And fortunately for me, my first kiss was my very own husband, Carter Deverux.

We sure found it extremely weird when he had to kiss because of the game at my birthday party, and it was most probably the reason my said mother thought we had to marry. But we adjusted to it later on.