The Game of Hearts

7. Burn

I didn't go back that day. I went home, got ready, then worked for the rest of the day at my stupid Starbucks job. He managed to turn down my mood by a few notches. It had only been two days. Two days, that we knew each other and he managed to piss me off. But, I kind of pissed him off, too.

I stayed away for a few days. If this guy was going to cause drama, I wasn't going to be apart of it.

The shades were open when I got home after work, the room dark. There was barely any visible light. Sighing, I placed my bag on the dining table and went to the window. I sat comfortably on the sill, which was enlarged to be a comfortable sitting area. I didn't bother with the lights. The city at night was a beautiful view, one I didn't feel like ruining. However, the sound of a click made my heart jump drastically. I turned my head to the door, staring at it as though it could talk. When it didn't, I slowly brought my gaze back to the window and calmed down. I had always had some sort of anxiety of intruders, how it hasn't happened to me yet seemed crazy.

After just sitting there and taking deep breaths, my back began to tingle and my shoulders ached in the slightest. No way in hell... I turned to find a figure looming over me, his eyes on the landscape before us. "Rowan, how did you know where I was?" I gasped in surprise, standing to meet his gaze. Even if that was a tad creepy, I let it slide. Moving around him to go turn the lights on, I scoffed. It was unbelievable.

"You never left your number, so I followed you today," he shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. I was beginning to think things like: such a vampire thing to do. As though I knew everything. After spending time with him before, it seemed vampires were impulsive narcissists.

"So you just decided to confront me in my home?"

"What can I say? I'm desperate," he frowned, except I didn't know why he frowned. Maybe it was that stone face again, maybe it was just because he was upset with me. The two expressions weren't far off from each other.

"Desperate? Desperate for what?"

The frown shifted in the slightest, becoming more expressionless than before. "Thats not important..." his voice trailed off as he glanced to the window once again, shifting uncomfortably. "I just thought you'd come back."

"You underestimate my self-esteem," I shot at him. He watched me carefully, for the first time keeping eye contact with my eyes longer than the rest of me. Rowan seemed to shift again, then cleared his throat.

It was obviously he was hiding something from me, I could tell by his eyes. The rest of his face was frozen, but his eyes were contorted in a way that made me think there were many things he was thinking. He cleared his throat again then stood. "Listen, I just didn't want to talk about it. And I still don't. Take it or leave it," as he spoke he had slowly approached me. It might not have been a good idea to push him for answers, that was on my part. However, being stubborn, I felt hesitant.

He saw that and took my hand in his. The sweet gesture made me cringe. Carefully, I pulled my hand from his and nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'll take it," I didn't really want to. Him suddenly stalking me and following me made me feel uneasy, but him coming to my apartment and apologizing was something that I didn't expect, so I had to at least give him that. I saw him nod and inhale deeply with relief.

"You didn't finish the wrap did you?" He asked me, his eyes shifting to my shoulder. Right, I didn't. But I did wear a sleeved shirt to cover the wounds. I shook my head quietly, bringing my hand up to the new bite. He pursed his lips. "If you have gauze I could-"

I cut him off and rolled my eyes. "No thanks," I grunted.

He smirked and looked down at me, suddenly getting closer. A look came into his eye, something playful. "Oh come on, you can't stay mad..." something about his tone made me smile just a bit, his hand grabbing my waist and pulling me into him. My breath hitched, that feeling of anger fading. "You know you can't," he grinned, seeing the pleasure in my smile. When I didn't answer, being stubbornly quiet, he picked me up and we were instantly on the other side of the room where he threw me onto my bed. An accidental laugh escaped me before he crawled on top of me. "Tell me you forgive me," he demanded, but I shook my head.

"Or what?" I smirked and he had me pinned in a second, his lips finding mine instantly.