The Wicked Luna

Thirty One

A lovely string of days followed our kiss.

I never leave Cayson's side and find it difficult to keep my hands away from him.

Cayson seems to be in honey sweet bliss, but is still wary of me. His hands are delicate but they quiver occasionally when touching my skin. I pretend that I don't notice.Especially now.

We lay on a spread of a beautiful quilt. The colors look cynically dark, but bright pops of blue make it like eye candy. We lay together staring at the night sky. At the agglomeration of stars that light up the night. The stars of Deneb are far more beautiful than Alphard.

Cayson lifts his finger and daintily begins to do a zig zagging motion. My eyebrows crinkle in confusion and I shift to my side to drink in the sight of his beauty. A warm bubbly feeling fills me up and I quickly kiss him on the cheek. He turns to me and smiles, his one dimple making his beauty glow as radiant as the stars above.

"You know I haven't painted the sky in the longest time," his remark is soft and calming.
"Why not?" I inquire.

He shifts his body to the side and props his cheek in his palm. With his other hand he brushes pieces of hair away from my face. A light breeze blows the scent of roses over to us.

"I've been too busy fantasizing painting you."

A sharp intake of air cuts our moment of silence. His words have been coated with sugar and he knows how quickly I fall for the sweet stuff.

"So what's stopping you?" I dare, challenging him.

His eyes twinkle and as that soft breeze blows between us again he grabs my hand. Sitting up Cayson looks at the stars one last time. Then he stands letting go of my somewhat dry hand. My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. Cayson towers over me, looking down like Im a piece of his art. Then he reaches his hand down, asking me a question without saying any words. He wolfishly smiles when I stare at his hand both confused and allured.

"Come on" I lean forward at the words "Don't you want to find out how Picasso painted people?"

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I lie on the spread of white trash bags that disguise  the library's ground. Since the party all Cayson's alcohol bottles have been thrown away. Nothing has been said about the girl who I murdered. I don't even know what happened to her.

"You gonna take off your shirt?" Cayson questions.

Since I'm laying down on the floor on my stomach I groan. Then I burry my head back in my hands and I hear him chuckle. The trash bags are quite uncomfortable to lay on but it would probably be better to preserve the carpet. Chris would kill us both if we soiled the precious material.

"You have arms and I'm laying down. You do it," I say sweetly but he laughs again at the sarcasm in my tone.

I smile against my hands when he laughs. Cayson's gentle fingers pull at the ends of my shirt and to be helpful I sit up so he can pull the material over my head. When the shirt goes over my head he tosses it across the room and peculiarly I giggle. Slowly he pushes the straps of my bra down my shoulders. The fire place I am facing has flames that crackle loudly and shivers run through me at his intoxicating touch. Shouldn't a fire place warm someone up? When Cayson's fingers lower to the latch of my bra my heart drops into my stomach. I would be laying on my stomach the entire time but I still felt anxious of my appearance.

The latch is undone before my anxiousness can eat up any more of my thoughts. My bra is tossed to the side and gently he gives me a slight push telling me to lay down. I do so breathing nervously. Cayson rustles around my body before I hear the clanking of a brush in a cup. The paint is cold and smooth when it makes contact with my warm skin. I shudder slightly but don't object.

I hum an odd tune as Cayson paints my back. His hands are precise and focused. A comfortable silence is dragged out for the entirety of our paint session. The wood in the fireplace pops. Her warmth makes me feel sleepy.

"Done," Cayson proclaims.
"What does it look like?" I question while reaching for my shirt.
"See for yourself," he mumbles.

His voice is further away so wearily I stand. My arms are crossed over my body covering my exposed breasts. I glance around the room and my eyebrows clash together. When I see Cayson standing next to a mirror I breathe in relief. His dazzling eyes light up when I take steps forward.

My heart beats rapidly in my chest at his gaze. So delicate and lovely. Every time I saw those eyes they melted me. Made my knees quake and also fall from under me. I only hold it together because of the steadiness his presence provides.

Walking up to the mirror I turn and the painting in my back is jaw dropping. A realistic Deneb sky is painted on it. The stars are smeared in bright blues, greens, and whites. They are ablaze against the smoldering darkness.

"Beautifully done," I complement while still observing the piece.
"Thank you, madam," Cayson counters before leaning in to kiss my cheek.

My knees quiver at his touch, like always. This is the person who I want to spend the rest of my life with.

"Come to my room before you go to bed," Cayson says casually.

I roll my eyes because I come to his room every night. And every night I cannot force myself to leave the comfort of being wrapped in his arms before going to sleep.

"Of course," I comment " anything for you."

My eyes avert to look at Cayson. He is staring at me coyly. I lean forward slightly and kiss his lips. He accepts the kiss and gently grabs my face with his hands. Sparks flit between us, a reminder of how lucky I am to have him.

He breaks our kiss and I raise my eyebrow. He shrugs wolfishly and I watch him leave the library. A smile so bright and warm is stretched across my face I am almost alarmed. I ignore it and throw on my shirt and bra. I'm about to leave the room when the library's window crashes open. Glass hitting the library books and shelves breaks my comfort. Pairs of footsteps crunching the glass further nauseate me.

Fear of the beast consumes me. I feel my claws extend and as I shuffle over to where the noise started I am edge. Orange brown eyes prevent me from pouncing. I cross my arms over my chest and sigh in disappointment.

"Ryder what are you doing here?" I ask through gritted teeth.

On Ryder's hip is a female. Her doe brown eyes are filled with panic. She is clutching onto the shelf of one of the books. Her knuckles are bone white. Fear perfumes from her energy.

"Where is my brother?" He speedily asks.
"What?" I ask in disbelief " look I don't know who that-...."

Ryder cuts me off angrily. He takes a step forward, those animalistic eyes locking me in place. Ryder seems afraid for his life. It made my stomach clench uneasily.

"Where is Cayson, my brother?"

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