Desired

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

THE SOUND OF COFFEE mugs as they were placed down on the table was the only noise that found itself through the short silence between Adelaide and Sebastian.

She gasped quietly - far to low for him to hear - and eyed his teeth. Her gaze shifted suddenly, to his eyes, bright and wide and... golden. A beautiful amber that seemed to light up everything in the room, far better than the dim lights that hung from the ceiling.

The old fashioned lights were cute, she had to admit, but there was a tantalising beauty about Sebastian's eyes that nothing could match - if anything, it was unnerving.

He looked almost... wolffish. With a smirk to one side, canines long and bright, eyebrows raised, and eyes amber and knowing. As if he knew something she didn't.

Well, he's going to tell me everything, anyway.

"What?" he asked, resisting a chuckle.

"Nothing." She smiled back, blushing beet-red, though ducking her head down fast. Not fast enough for him to miss, though. No, she thought to herself, pulling he relief tougher and holding her head high, I won't blush.

He reached for his coffee. A few seconds later, she reached for hers.

The silence was awkward, and despite their giggles and smirks, there was a darker side to the silence that seemed to be growing and growing. How Adelaide sensed it, she didn't know, but the feeling in her gut that something about Sebastian and what he knew wasn't right couldn't be pushed away as simply as her blush could.

It was one that lingered like a spark, and whoever spoke first was the one blowing up the flame.

Her stomach blanched, and finally, she realised. He wasn't going to tell her a thing, and she was going to get up out of her seat and leave. And he was going to keep on stalking her.

She could see it in his eyes, the mocking, the laughing, the way that his smirk held not laughter, but malice. A cruel torture indeed, especially to her. Especially now.

The waitress that had placed the two cups had long since left, and Adelaide snapped out of her reverie, facing Sebastian again.

"So, what are you going to tell me?" It wasn't as loud or strong as she'd planned to say, but he heard the whisper well enough.

Sebastian gave her a wide grin, reaching for his cup and taking a small sip of whatever was in his cup. A part of Adelaide wanted the coffee that sat before her, to reach out and just sip on it as if a nip was in the air. It would calm her, she knew that, and with the addiction of caffeine that she had, it was pretty damn hard to resist.

But with stubborn limbs and a stubborn heart, she sat there, silent and glaring.

"I'll tell you in due time, Addie," he said, in-between sips, as if she was second to something else on his mind.

Anger fuelled in her veins.

His face betrayed nothing of what he felt, whether it was amusement at her discomfort, annoyance at her rudeness, or irritation of her constant questions.

His eyes had shifted in colour; dark umber, brooding in their shell. For a second, his eyes glanced around the café, frantic in their movements, almost fearful. There was something... some damn little thing that he was keeping, something dangerous, no doubt.

"Don't call me that," Adelaide snapped again, so lost in searching him that she almost didn't realise he'd said it.

"Okay." A smile pressed at his lips, amusement swimming in his eyes, such a switch from the fear and the quick glances. What is it with this man?