Where The Wind Blows

Chapter 30.

He kept staring at me but I knew he wasn't really here, his mind had travelled. I guess everyone really had something they were running from. His elbows were on the kitchen counter, he stood one leg before the other giving me a view of his backside.

I pushed my plate aside, a strand of hair fell from my ponytail landing on my eyes and then for the second time today, realization hit me like a truck.

I wasn't wearing my contacts. How did I not notice? This was so unlike me. Getting drunk was really a bad idea. I know I decided to live but that doesn't mean blowing my cover and getting myself killed. I know I didn't sleep with them, the effects would have been terrible. I started sweating in my palms, I was damn nervous. It could only be,

Spence.

"Are you okay?" He asked, snapping out of his trance when probably noticing how nervous I had become.

I turned to him, "You have something that belongs to me, don't you?"My voice wasn't shaky, that was good.

He looked like he was in deep thought for some seconds and then he said, "No, I don't actually. You misplaced something?"

Lies. I knew this stuff anywhere, I literally live in it.

I was becoming really nervous and my palm had become more sweaty. How did I not notice it when I looked in the mirror? I was getting too sloppy, too distracted. This has never happened before. I hopped off the stool and moved closer to where he leaned against kitchen counter. "This is not a joke Spence. Where is it?" I hope my voice sounded firmer than I felt.

He lifted his elbows from the counter as he faced me. "If you don't tell me what exactly you're looking for, I can't help you." He said honestly.

"Where are my fucking contacts!?" Yup, my chill went out the window.

"Finally," he said by no means pleased. He paused to turn off the music that had been coming from his phone and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans. "Finally Reina, you admit it. Why do you keep lying to me?" This time he gave me all of his attention and I almost felt intimidated under his intense gaze.

I stepped back, confused "What do you mean? Look, just give them back. I need them."

"You told me once that they weren't fake, you even turned it on me." He rolled down his sleeves. And started moving towards to me, I took a step back and he moved further until my waist hit the concrete my kitchen counter was made of, I yelped in pain. He didn't flinch.

He didn't stop until he was right in front of me. I wondered if he heard how fast my heart was beating now. He just stared for a moment, his broken eyes digging deep into my natural green ones.

Then, he went for my legs once again, I took in a sharp breath in surprise. He lifted me effortlessly like I weighed nothing and placed me on the counter, his eyes never leaving mine. The feel of his hands on my body had me burning and needing more.

Again, he spread my legs until it was wide enough to accommodate him. I drew a sharp breath. I let him and thanked the universe that I was wearing shorts. I was certain now that I wasn't an idiot, I wasn't letting him touch me because I'm stupid. No, it's because I want it, I want him. Maybe I'm crazy because I barely know him but Hailey says crazy is good. Plus, if I need to get rid of this sexual tension between us.

His face stopped right in front of mine, we were basically breathing the same air. Talk about personal space. My breath was rapid now and he wasn't even doing anything yet.