Betrothed To Him

Chapter Thirteen♛

Betrothed To Him

Chapter Thirteen: ♛

Ian Walton P.O.V

Fuck!

Why did I tell her that?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

She was beautiful, she was gorgeous, and she had the most beautiful hazel eyes. Wide and shining, I stared into them. A second ago they were filled with rage, now, they're filled with sadness and warmth. 

Her eyes mesmerized every part of me and I was struggling to hold back.

Struggling to fight the urge to hold her, grab every part of her body. Then push her against the wall and do things only the devil knows about. 

Fuck I wanted to kiss her so badly. 

For years, I had told myself to forget about her. I ensured my feelings for her were buried in the past; over and done with. That it was just a fling. 

A fling that meant nothing to me. Especially me. - But, I can't lie to myself even about that.

Fuck. I wanted to pull her and kiss her flawless skin, tasting her. I wanted our breaths mingling over each other's lip, eyes locked. 

I stare at her for a long time, my eyes scanning hers, until, I saw her features changed.

"Your shoulder. What happened?" 

"It's nothing," I tell her. Lana blinked in confusion, and then it was as if she remembered everything distinctly. Concern washes over her, and she pushes her hair off her face

"You need it treated by a doctor Ian." she didn't realize what she'd said until she saw me smiling at her.

"Am I not standing right in front of one?," I ask smirking, expecting to see eye-rolling.

"Take it off," 

 "What?"

"I can't let you leave it wrapped like this, it could get infected." 

I looked at her suspiciously. She's either eager to see me shirtless, or she genuinely wants to 'treat' my shoulder. Either way, I was not used to any of this reaction from Lana. 

"Don't worry about me. Your health is more important and you need to have your soup. I'll feed you if I have to" I dismiss her suggestion in an attempt to dismiss my own thoughts.

 "Let me treat it. Then I'll have my soup" She confidently tells me crossing both her arms. 

I took a moment to think about it. I found it difficult expressing myself after a long period of time away from Lana. It was just her... Her methods, her ways, her – everything about her weakened me to the core.

"As you wish doctor" I start unbuttoning my white shirt.

Her concern for me made me realize after all we have been through, maybe she hadn't completely lost all her feelings for me.

There's still something there. Something I can build up... Flourish. Why that particular thought come much to my relief, don't ask. 

It just did. 

***

"This may hurt," Lana tells me as she holds a soaked cotton with several sanitizing liquids that she requested from the house workers. 

"Seriously? Its just a scratch" I scoffed, trying to ignore the light touch of her delicate fingers against my skin which made my desire for her uncontrollable.