Colour Me Red

Chapter 22: Ellie

Chapter 22: Ellie

Something inside of me exploded when Dune's lips met my own. Whether it was my heart or my ovaries I cannot say, but whatever it was, it went boom.

My mouth opened in a silent gasp as two hands fisted the towel at my sides and I fumbled to grasp it as its grip on me started to loosen. I bit down lightly on Dune's lower lip and he pulled back with a grunt, searching my eyes for something that I couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"This isn't right," he said, his voice gruff, before lowering his head back to my own.

In the last second I turned my head to one side so that his warm lips pressed against my cheek, allowing one single coherent thought to form.

What the hell?

"What do you mean 'this isn't right'? I asked, a thread of anger seeping into my voice. Dune merely groaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"I'm bad for you Ellie," he murmured, nipping at my ear. "You should know that by now."

I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed him back a step, trying to ignore the way his muscles jumped beneath my touch.

"What are you talking about?" I blurted a little bewildered.

Dune sighed and finally pulled away from me altogether, releasing my towel and stepping back.

"Since the day I first met you, I've caused nothing but trouble. If you were smart, you'd run as far away from me as possible and never look back," he said.

I could tell from his tone that it was decision making time, but luckily for me I had already made up my mind.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, determined.

Dune's eyebrows rose a little, as if to say 'are you sure?' and I nodded in response.

Within a matter seconds, Dune had me pinned up against the wall and I was caught between his lips, utterly helpless to his demanding demeanour. His hands grazed my bare arms and a shiver ran its way along my spine, causing me to convulse against Dune.

I dragged my hands through his hair and tugged him impossibly closer, loving the way he set my body alight. But before things could get heated, I interjected our make-out session.

"I should put some clothes on," I suggested breathlessly.

Dune grunted and pulled away. "That's probably a good idea," he said, voice gruff, before strolling out of the master bedroom and grabbing the bags with all my clothes in. He dumped them on the floor and gave me a final once over before shutting the door behind him.

*

After picking out a plain white tee-shirt and dark jeans, I threw them on and tried to towel dry my hair. Turns out it wasn't the best idea because it went insanely frizzy and I was forced to tie it back. Making my way out of the bedroom, I heard voices and practically ran to the front door where Dune was greeting Marc and Felix.

"Felix!" I squealed, pushing past Dune to reach the red-headed teen.

I carefully threw my arms around him, trying not to squeeze too tight as he laughed. It was a little awkward to do considering that he was sat down in a wheelchair, but I somehow managed it.

"Hey Ellie," he said. "Long time, no see!"

I nodded in agreement and took in his rumpled clothes and scruffy hair.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, concern creasing the skin at my eyes.

Felix simply rolled his eyes. "When will you guys stop asking me that? I'm totally fine! In fact, I'm better than fine; who knew that hospital drugs were the best kind?"