My Tourmaline

Chapter Twenty Three

After frantically rushing around and clearing around the place, a loud knock pounded against the front door. I quickly smoothed my knotted hair over, lifting my arms up to smell how awful I probably just made myself smell to my surprise it being okay. My heart pounding, I strode towards my front door. I can't let him get to me, he can't manipulate me anymore. I have to stand my ground and make sure he realises he can't get to me.

That was until I opened the door. My deep sigh was enough to show him how I thought just how god damn sexy he looked. His deep shade of green eyes stared into my eyes, his face holding no expression as he leant against the door frame, his skinny jeans and tight grey tshirt shaping his muscular build.

"Finished?" The corners of his mouth lifted into a little smirk, as I realised I had quite obviously just stared him up a down for a good half minute. Way to go to be subtle and strong Lil.

I awkwardly coughed, standing to the side holding the door open as he made his way into my apartment, looking about the place.

"You didn't have to clean just for me you know?" He turned round, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

"Uh, I didn't clean 'just for you," I mimicked his voice, walking into the kitchen as I flicked the kettle on to boil. "It needed a clean anyway seeing as no one has spent practically any time here lately."

"Making a habit of being a dirty stop out then?" He leant over the work top, no real expression showing on his face. Although, his eyes seemed as though they glinted a flash of.. Jealousy? Hurt?

"I am NOT a dirty stop out!" I scoffed, "In case you didn't notice my presence, I was at your place for most of the duration and Summer hasn't been home for god knows how long so spare me the jealous digs would you?"

"Jealous?" He laughed, actually properly LAUGHED.

"What's funny?" He was pissing me off now.

His laughter died down, "You. How on earth you came to that conclusion I just couldn't comprehend." His mocking tone still held in his voice, a smirked placed on his mouth. I rolled my eyes, pouring myself a cup of tea.

"Want one?" I turned to ask. He had moved closer to me now, leaning next to me with his arms still folded.

He leant towards me, whispering close to my ear as his hot breath fanned against me. "Only if its not too much trouble, princess."

My breathing hitched, he STILL had such an effect on me and the butterflies returned. I guess the quote 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder' really was proving truthful. God damn it.

"So, do tell me oh wise one. What have you been getting up to since we last spoke? Still shagging my best friend?" I nearly dropped the kettle, was he being serious?! Jesus Christ above!!

I slammed the kettle down, turning myself around and thinning my eyes towards him.

"Are you deliberately trying to piss me off?"

"Is it working?"

"For your information I did not sleep with your best friend, nor do I ever intend to. Niall said you spoke to him and you didn't give a shit, so I know how we now stand. Second of all, I am still a fucking virgin and intend to keep that status for a while because I have had it with boys and their egotistical persona. And lastly..." I took a huge breath, "how do you take your tea asshole?"

He stood there, wide eyed with a furrowed brow. "Milk. No sugar." And with that, he turned round and plonked himself down on the sofa kicking his boots off and humming to himself.

How does he always do that? He knows EXACTLY how to get to me, and by ignoring everything I said and only in his deep husky voice (which seemed to get more and more sexy every time I heard it) answering how he takes his tea infuriates me SO much to the point that I could walk right up to him and pour it straight on his head!!