Impossible Possibilities

◥ ▶ nineteen ◀ ◤

"Flame thrower at the show
Make my heart melt in the middle of the room
No I can't stay away 
Now I'm begging you to stay, oh." - Laurel

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Chapter 19:

It all happened so fast, Kris's hand stopping my mouth from letting out a scream. Me crashing into his chest, the water spilling over, swaying frantically in the small cup due to the movement.

He steadied me by placing his other hand on my back and after most of the water was out of the cup, we finally stopped moving. It was one of those moments were you're trying really hard to balance on your feet as you rock back and forth.

My heart pounded loud from the shock and without thinking, I exhaled a long breath into his hand. His palm still covered mine. His serious set face stared down at me, studying me. Eyebrows knit it confusion and we just stood like that. I don't know for how long, but by the time he moved his hand from my mouth, my pulse was back to normal.

"You scared me." I breathed out. My voice came out shaky and hoarse.

"Did I?" He also breathed out. His voice just as hoarse. I watched him as he took the glass out of my hand.

His tender fingers wrapping around my hand, I absentmindedly let go of the cup and he took it, slowly raising the glass to his lips and tipping his head slightly back to devour the last bit of liquid left.

So many things swimming in my mind, I was blown and surprised and confused and shocked and also really satisfied with the way he was gently tracing circles on my back. I tried to mount myself to stay still and grounded as the shock and pleasure shook through me. He was merely touching my back and it felt good, magnified ten times when looking into his eyes.

I watched as his neck flexed and his adams apple bopped when he finally finished the liquid. Never breaking eyes with me, he leaned in.

His hand pressed into me slightly when he put the empty glass beside me, on the counter. 

My mind was going fuzzy. It was him, the way he looked at me, the way his presence felt against my own. The way the tension grew thicker with each passing second, it shook me. Shivers and shudders ran through me, alongside an unknown warmth. 

It was hard to breathe, Inhale, exhale. The air was plentiful but so unsatisfying when it reached my lungs. I tried to avoid his eyes while they beautifully scarred me, burning into me. Every single little part of him, every thought and memory relating to him, collided into one cohesion mass. It was maddening and gratifying at the same time. He was close to me, all exciting and terrifying at the same time. What to make of it. 

His eyes were hollow and hooded, a orange-ish glow reflecting in them. I looked into them and I instantly regretted it, it was as if his eyes were fighting for dominance over mine, burning, flames glistening. I couldn't look away, though. It felt forever, Stop. Stop. My heart battered inside its cage and I was sure he could hear it. It's okay.