A Secret Vow

17 Wax

I quickly turn my head away from him. Hoping he didn't see me blush.

I weakly laugh "what are you talking about?" as I walked toward the stairs.

I hear no reply. All I hear are his slow bare footsteps behind me.

I take my first step and I feel my hip sway to the right. I hear him grip the end of the railing behind me.

I flick my eyelashes up, taking in this sudden feeling in my stomach. Making me bleed anxious thoughts and worrisome scenarios. Every step I took swayed my hips side to side - making me feel dirty. Like I was trying to tease him with my ass. O for bloody hell it happens naturally. I can't stop my hips from swaying in front of his face.

As I took another step, my mind was suddenly corrupted by wicked thoughts. Like a dark fog that blurred my conscious, only allowing the smallest specks of thought through. And when those small sneaky thoughts, disguised as goodness and wisdom, came through, they burst like bubbles, leaking their filthy liquid into my brain. Overflowing my mind with lust and sin.

I bite my nail.

I wanted Clive to grab my waist and rip me off the stairs into his arms. For him to pick me up over his shoulders and bring me back into his chamber. Where he would throw me onto his bed and slowly creep on top of me. Watching his hair sway passed his cheeks and exposing his bulge through his shorts. I would watch him take them off slowly, and look at me in the eyes and groan,

"Touch me Lilium"

Creak.

I flick my eyelashes down. I peek over my shoulder and make direct eye contact with Clive, who has just taken his second step. Holding one hand on the railing and the other near his waist.

I turn my head back, grab my dress, and run up the stairs as fast as I can. Thinking the devil would come down, holding out a bouquet of pink flowers, then suddenly throwing them down the stairs and revealing his hidden spiked bat. Swigging it against my head - bashing my skull. Letting the cracked pieces open like gates and splash my brains sinful thoughts onto Clive. Letting it soak into him. Drenching him with the Devils mockery. Watching the pink flowers taste and spit out my thoughts. Laying on the floor thankful they were not touched by my dirty hands.

Step.

Right when I reached the top, I quickly turned my body and looked down at him.

It made me feel in control. Less nervous.

There was a silence that filled the room. An atmosphere that would naturally feel awkward to others, but felt so comforting to me. Maybe because I was alone with him and I was in need of his presence. Or maybe because I always felt comfortable being alone, like when I sit on the grass in the garden at home. Reading novels by Micheal Jones.

All I know is that these few minutes felt good.

Good in the worst way possible.

As he walks up the stairs I couldn't help but stare. My eyelashes lowered.

"You are slow" I tease him with a blank expression.

Clive looks down and snickers "I'm sorry for being slow then", while shrugging his shoulders.

I watched as he made it up the stairs. Watching his shoulders move back and forth. His hands moving up the railing. Griping and releasing. Gripping and releasing. I wish he was holding the candle, so his muscles could flirt with me through their contractions. To see them...in action.

Clive reached the last step and I took a couple of steps back. Nervous by his presence, I give him an ugly frown and pull my lips up, bursting out "You should be sorry!"

He suddenly looked up at me and exposed the most captivating smile I have ever seen. Like God took over Clive's body and revealed himself through his smile. So radiant and perfect.

Creases formed under his eyes and he showed his top row of perfectly aligned teeth. A smile so sweet it could rot my teeth.

My eyes opened like a blossomed flower, ready to receive the light. Taking it in me.

How blissful.

My eyes were still focused on him.

I couldn't help but smile back.

It was attractive.

He smirks "why are you so happy all of a sudden?"

Without thinking, I respond "because never in my life...have I seen such a mesmerizing smile. Like, like my eyes suddenly became prisoners to..."

I catch myself and quickly cut off my sentence. Realizing I had just flirted with Edmunds brother.

Clives smile slowly faded away. Along with the creases under his eyes and the top of his teeth.

His face was still.

Just staring at me with a blank expression.

I can't read it. All I can do is stand in front of him puzzled. I feel so stupid for saying that. I was too blunt. It was too risky.

I stare at his intense black eyes moving forward, but through the sounds of his bare feet.

I had this sudden gut feeling to leave him this instance.

"I...I think I can make it to my room by myself actually" I hesitated.

Clive's eyes focused on my feet. Slowly backing away from him.

He flicked his lashes up. Staring at me.

I gulp and continue " Just point the way and I will be out of your sight" I laugh nervously.

The paint is dripping off my face.

He knows I'm lying.

I notice his right arm starting to rise. I flinch and step back. I felt the candles burn as wax dripped onto my toes. But I was too distracted by his gentle finger tips gliding around my waist.

He pulled me forward. Forcing me to feel him.

I squeeze my thighs together and drop my head.

I stare at the ground. Hard. Trying to control my pupils. To end my trembling vision.

I hear him move. I quickly focus my eyes on the moving left hand. Coming closer to my face.

He grabs the candle holder.

I look him in the eyes.

Clive looks at the candles flickering and watches as the wax drips down onto the metal.

He looks at me.

"There's wax all over you" he chuckles.

I look down and notice the drips of wax on my arms and feet. I move my toes around and feel the wax.

"Your bed misses you Lilium. Let's get going" he insisted.

I softly laugh and step beside him.

Our shoulders close.

We begin to walk.

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