Another City Of Lights.

Chapter 45.

December, Karachi.

Samantha's POV:-

I feel like my breath is caught in my throat, and I cannot breathe deep enough or take in enough air. I feel like my lungs are suffocating and I will die here. I might die here.
I try to take another deep breath, I try to look away, but I can't.
God. Why didn't I ever notice how absolutely gorgeous he is?
And why am I thinking about this now? Right after we had this most disgusting fight of our lives.

It's easy to get mad at him, and equally easy to get mad at me too. I used to think we were one and the same. Same soul, splitted in half, placed in two different bodies. Maybe we were twins in another life. And in every set of twins, one is the angel, and one the devil. Just like us. But we repel each other so much now, that I have very little belief in that.

He's standing over there, his hand tucked deep in to the pockets of his faded blue jeans, and he's pulling his hair with the other one. He's mad at me. He's mad at me, and I'm thinking about making a run for it when his eyes snap back to mine. And just like that, he connects the electrically live wire and flips the switch back on. And I feel it deep inside me. It takes my breath away, and I try to hide it, but I can't decide if he's feeling this too. He has to, how could he not? This is unnatural, this is impossible not to feel.

When I manage to look back at him, I realise that he's still looking at me. Eyes blazing, and he's looking at me as if for the first time. The exact same way I'm looking at him. I suddenly feel self conscious, something I've never felt around him. Because he didn't see me that way, because I didn't see him this way.

There is not a rational thought alive in my mind right now, all I can think of is those layers and layers of denim and that perfect unruly hair that I have loved all my life. I realise I'm staring. He's just a few steps away from me, I can either get out of here and run, or I can stay. I probably should've run. Because while I debate inside my head, he says my name. He says my name, and my heart stops. He says my name and I feel like I might explode right here, right now.

And when he closes the distance between us in two long strides, and surprises me by claiming my mouth, I finally do explode. Because the current that I felt is exploding out of him and onto me, burning me along it's path, and the butterflies in my stomach come out of my throat and fly up to the sky as he kisses me, and kisses me and kisses me.
My heart swells up inside my chest, and there are tears in my eyes which flow over, and he kisses them away and takes my hand in his.

There is no going back from this, because the current that is burning me, is burning him too. I see it in his eyes, conflict and restraint, and oh so much love.

Unlike Remy who is soft and warm and care and love, Aaron is burning lava and lightning. Destroying me and ripping me apart, and mending me back together again. I feel like I'm doing it too, because I feel his pain when he glues his mouth back to mine. He doesn't ask, he acts as if he knows what he can do and he knows my answers before I even think them.

He is fire, and I am ice. And I feel the two halves of our one soul collide when we kiss, and it's devastating, but it's wonderful, and I never want him to stop.

By the time I regain my senses and manage to pull back, he does too. He slowly pushes his mouth away from mine and rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. I close my eyes and try to calm down my own breathing, and my heartbeat that is going haywire under my skin.

He doesn't let go of me, and I realise that I'm still clutching on to his shirt. He brushes my hair out of my face and looks at me, and I can't understand the  expression that his eyes hold.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I vaguely remember other people being in the house, who could possibly come back down here and catch both of us in this situation, and I know that I'm a part of something indescribable now, but I can't focus on any of those things at all. The only thing that concerns me is this desperation and love in Aaron's eyes, and I can't look away. He has me hooked and trapped, his arms bounding me to him as he pushes me against the wall. He's looking in to my eyes, searching for something, and I can still sense his hesitation and fear by the way he looks at me. I don't want his hesitation, I want all of him just the way he is, and I realise that may be that's all I ever wanted in my life.

But just when I'm about to say something, I hear Dash's voice at the top of the stairs, and I feel Aaron go rigid against me.
We jump away from each other in a split second, hurriedly running fingers through our hair and straightening our clothes. And I'm looking at the floor beneath my feet, unable to look up at him now that the reality has set in.

Dash saunters down the stairs and grins lazily, but doesn't say anything. He fills a glass with water, and drinks it while leaning against the counter, observing both of us. I know that he knows, and I don't know why he isn't saying anything.

"Hailey's probably worried by now, why don't you go upstairs now Sam?", Dash suggests, and I look up at him before my eyes go back to Aaron.

He's standing there, staring at me, and I feel like he might say something. But he closes his mouth and looks away, and I run up the stairs faster than I ever have before.

I trip twice, but finally make my way to the roof, where Hailey and Remy turn to look at me with a myriad of expressions on their faces. Remy's concerned, and Hailey's face filled realisation of the sin that I have committed.

And I can't help but wonder if that was really predictable, or if everyone had been waiting for it to happen all this time.