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"Kol?"
I knocked quietly on his bedroom door, waiting for him to answer me. Pulling the door open, he glanced down at me as a smile made its way onto his face. "What can I do for you, darling?"
"I was wondering if I could come in."
He stepped aside and ushered me into the room with a sweep of his arm and my gaze fell to the floor, feeling his eyes trained onto my figure. Swallowing nervously, my hands moved reflexively to the bead that was tucked safely in my pocket.
"Was there something you needed?" His words were quiet as he moved to settle himself onto the edge of his bed. My eyes avoided his and I knew that it was because of the apparent concern in his eyes. It overwhelmed me as it always did, to see so much worry in his eyes for me. Klaus had been right, there was something in knowing that someone that was so cruel seemed to care only for you and for your safety alone.
I shook my head, looking around the room. "I just wanted to try something," I muttered before cursing internally.
How the hell was I supposed to distract him when he was looking at me as if he was unnerved by how quiet I was? For God's sake Julietta! Everyone knew that I was never so quiet and yet here I was keeping mum.
"And what was that?"
Turning on my heels to look at him, I watched him run a hand steadily through his hair, his eyes never leaving mine. Letting out a deep breath, I took a step towards him as Klaus' advice echoed through my head.
If push comes to shove you could always kiss him.
Was I actually going to do this? Was I going to kiss Kol?
If I did then he would be definitely be distracted and I could save him but I'd have to kiss him. My lips would have to touch his. But it could be the thing I needed to get over the ridiculously reckless feelings that I had gained for him.
Straightening my shoulders I walked towards him and watched as he furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding my movements. Setting one hand on his shoulder, I moved the other one to hold the bead in my hand before leaning down and pressing my lips against his. I'd intended to pull back as soon as possible and the hand containing the bead moved to his neck, ready to crush it before I froze as he began to kiss me back.
My eyes snapped open as one of his hands moved to frame my face as the other buried itself in my hair and I was greeted with the sight of his closed eyes.
Right, I though. How the hell did I react to this?
Pulling me closer against him, he snapped me completely out of my thoughts and I pressed forwards, moving my lips steadily against his. Who cared about the consequences?
