The Wrong Way Is Always Wright

(18) Just Tell Me What You Want

 Millie~

Fuck, I thought, as a hand clamped itself over my mouth and I was pulled from behind into a dark room. The door clicked shut behind me, the room descended into pitch blackness and that's when I lost my shit. Having regained my composure, I swung back one of my legs to give whoever the assailant was a good kicking. Before I could, however, my body was spun around and pressed back against the wall, the large hand still pressed against my mouth.

In a split second there was a click and a dim light lit up the room. Shit me, I thought as I almost fainted. My eyes widened as I stared ahead to see none other than Nick Wright, pinning me to the wall with one hand and covering my mouth with the other hand. 

"Don't shout," he spoke lowly as his body slowly relaxed and he removed his hands from me. My body was frozen still, I didn't know what to do. What was Nick doing? What did he want? I had so many questions for him. Pretty quickly, I got my act together. 

"What do you want?" I questioned, dubiously raising one eyebrow at him. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at me and his brow furrowed. He half turned around to face the wall to the left of me before he turned back to face me.

"I had to talk to you," he said finally, after clearing his throat and looking directly at me. Shit, how was I meant to respond to that. However, before my little ass knew what was going on, Nick was coming closer to me. Once again, I fucking froze. Nick raised his arms and planted his hands on either side of the wall against my head, never tearing his gaze away from my own eyes. I sucked in a deep breath and my hands clenched to my sides. My body was heating up and I couldn't help but notice the warm, woodsy scent that engulfed me as our chests almost touched.

"When I apologised for kissing you," he started, tearing his eyes away from mine after he said that, looking down between us and laughing a little to himself, before bringing his chocolate gaze back to mine, "I didn't mean it," 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

"I'd do it again. What the hell. I'd do it a million more times," he carried on. I wanted to scream, but my body wouldn't let me. I wanted him closer to me, his body was like a beacon and I needed it nearer to me. He threw his head back and sighed, while I watched his Adams' apple bob as he swallowed. His eyes once again returned to my own widened and shocked ones. He adjusted his hands against the wall and moved slightly closer to me, causing our bodies to touch.

"Kissing you made me forget about football, about college, about the fact that my family hates another family because of something stupid that happened years ago. It made me feel like I'm my own person," he continued huskily, his breath fanning over my face. 

"I know I want you and you can't deny that you're attracted to me, just tell me what you want," the proximity of his body pressed my own body closer into the wall behind me, "Don't think about anything else, think about you," he finished, his brown eyes frantically searching mine. 

Fucking shit balls. 

I didn't know how to react - I felt like he was making a confession or something. I slammed my eyes shut and took a deep breath in, his scent filling my nostrils and warming my insides. I thought about what I'd been thinking for the past few days - ever since that kiss. Something deep and weird inside me wanted Nick - it wanted him to kiss me again, to wrap his arms around me and hold me. Then there was everything I'd been brought up to understand - the Wright's were bad people and civility with them was not an option. 

Nick had pretty much laid down his feelings in front of me and I was either going to pick them up and hold them or stamp all over them. I had to make the decision I'd been fantasising about for past few days - I had to make a choice.