Forbidden Love

Chapter 4

As I scan through the titles of the books, I am quite baffled by the fact that they don't have what I'm searching for. Well except for this one book, Wuthering Heights; guess I'll have to make an exception today.

Midway of pulling out it from the shelf, I feel someone's warm yet rough-like hands covering my eyes. It's Elijah, I bet. "My love! You scared me!" I point out, with his hands still attached onto my ranch of view.

"Sorry pumpkin, didn't mean to!" Utters out a completely different voice. Oh shit...Once I connect the voice to the owner, I spin out of their reach.

"Ethan." I barely sound audible though my heart is banging like a drum. "You really did scare the lights out of me, thought you were your brother." I say, bouncing the book back and forth between my hands. He fakes a chuckle as he leans his back against the book shelf.

"Mmm, so Elijah is 'My love'? Really.... My love?" He questions, and instantly my eyes drop to the floor. "I didn't think y'all two were in that deep into the relationship."

"What brings you here?" I change the topic while my feet begin to grow a mind of their own as they take me around the library. Act cool, Zoe.

"Visitation. Honestly." He flatly states. Could I be the reason why? I blink a few times to clear my frantic mind. I don't think I can.

"Ethan?" I softly ask, stopping at the top of the stairs to face him,"Have you told him?" His face goes white paper blank as if he had no trace of what I was asking for, though we both know his mind was marked like a map. However, I continue down the stairs; it's not worth trying to communicate with dummies.

"Told him what?" He finally breaks the awkward silence. Ahhh so he does know what's up.

(A flash back within a flash back) 5 years ago...

The music is loud enough to bounce of the walls and onto the neighbor's place but this erotic sensation... this pleasure is highly capable of blocking out anything, even the music. Oh God this feels so good. My legs stiffen while I easily come undone. A few seconds later, my vision blurs and I screw them tight shut as I throw my head against the pillow. My chest's heaving up and down as I try to catch my breath. My body is still tingling from the euphoric state I was just in. Feeling so high, I am barely aware of Ethan's body moving up on the bed and laying next to me. What the hell did he do to me? He props on his elbow, laughing at my reaction.

(Back to the original flash back)

I shake off the excitement that the memory brings and sigh, "Nothing." I walk down the last few stairs.

"Mhmm, well that's what I told him... nothing. Zo, I see Elijah less than you do, so don't worry, okay?" I nod with relief spreading throughout my conscious.

Feeling the friendliness kicking in, I ask him about his art project he started a few years ago and if he has already presented it the judges.

"I did. A while back, actually." He tells me and my mouth drops.

"Wow! Really? That's strange... Elijah hasn't mentioned that to me." I look down at the book in my hands, noticing how old it appears.

"Elijah nor my parents know," he chuckles before continuing, "I just wanted you to know."

I raise my eyes to his hazelnut ones, "Me?" I squeak out, "That's sweet of you."

"Want to celebrate with me?" He pops the question with his smile evident, "You and I... alone?"

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