Breaking Point

Chapter Twenty

Maybe I can't keep my mind off you.

Illianna

He didn't put me down until we reached his room. I crossed my arms and turned to face him, pouting.

"You didn't have to be mean about it." He leaned against his bed frame, a stupid grin on his face. "I wasn't, you know I was just kidding." The pout remained on my face.

"You are terrible at jokes." He chuckled, "Are you done acting like a four year old?" My eyebrows raised in shock, he was calling me the child?

"You just chased me around the house!" I exclaimed.

He shrugged, "That was more of a game of tag, four year olds don't play that. More like ten year olds."

"The point is that you were acting like a kid!" A smirk made it's way onto his face.

"I never said that I wasn't, I just said that you were acting like a four year old." He had a look of triumph on his face and I wanted slap it off. I glared at him for thirty seconds before I groaned out and threw my hands up in frustration.

"If you're getting frustrated I know another game we could play, it's suited for our age group as well." His voice sounded suggestive and I clenched my teeth, he was being unfair. He was using his attractiveness to his advantage.

I tried to keep the dirty thoughts out of my head, he was just playing around.

I scrunched my nose up in fake disgust. "Yeah ew." He looked taken back for a moment then his sexy smirk came back.

"Ew? That's not what you were thinking when we were about to kiss the other day."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied, he was taking this too seriously.

"Illianna, I know I affect you." I shook my head, trying to be nonchalant. This wasn't a joke to me anymore.

"Oh really?" He mused.

"Yes really, I do not want you Santiago."

Santiago started moving forward and I began moving backward, his strides were much longer than mine for every step he took I took three back. He was preying me and I knew it, he wanted to get close to me to get his point across. He knew he affected me, he just wanted me to admit it. I kept backing up until my back hit the washroom sink, trapping me. He cadged me between his arms and I heard my blood rush in my ears, our close proximity was already messing with my body and it wasn't fair.

"Santiago, can you back up." I choked out, placing my hands on his chest trying to push him back. When he didn't move an inch I cursed in my head, hating his god-like toned body.

"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable that I'm this close?"

"No." I answered quickly.

"Then why are you blushing?"

"Because I'm hot." I lied. Curse my traitorous body.

"You're pushing yourself into the sink."

"I am not bothered by how close we are. You're just invading my personal space." I stood up straight and looked him in the eye, trying to seem unaffected, when I really was.

"Just admit it, your flustered." I laughed and shook my head.

"Maybe you are Santiago. You're drawn in by my charming and irresistible personality." He smirked.

"Maybe I am. Maybe I can't keep my mind off of you, maybe I can't stop thinking about knew ways to touch you. Maybe I want to do things to you, things that'll make you scream." His voice lowed at the end of his words, causing a shiver to run down my spine.