Better Than Dreams [Under editing]

Chapter 20- Alcohol Encouragement

Chapter 20- Alcohol Encouragement

“Er-” I was speechless, what do I say? What do I do? What I said at the ground floor was purely for fun.

“Cat got your tongue?” He smirked, he has this effect on me and that’s probably because I like him.

“Shut up.” Is my great comeback. I looked away from him and focused on something else. How thick is his glass table? How much did he spend on it? I bet its worth a million or maybe thousands.

“Ysabel, look at me.” I heard him fine but my eyes were still locked on his perfectly cut glass table. What kind of glass is this? How does he work on this table without leaving a scratch?

I felt someone cup my cheek and I blushed. What is he doing to me? He forced me to look at him and I can’t help but feel inferior at his gaze.

“Ysabel, that kiss.” He was referring to the heated make out session we had two weeks ago that still haunted me in my sleep.

“What about it?” I tried to sound unaffected but we all know that’s not happening.

“What does it mean to you?” He leaned on the glass table, I hope it supports his weight. Is he light? How heavy is Seth? I don’t even know the simple things about him.

“N-nothing.” One again, I tried to sound unaffected but my voice betrayed me.

“If it doesn’t mean anything, then why are you avoiding my gaze?” What is this? An interrogation?

“What does that kiss mean to you?” I chose to ignore his question and throw back what he asked me.

“It meant we are no longer friends.” My face dropped at his words, we aren’t friends anymore. Is that why he ignored all my calls and texts?

“Don’t be sad, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” It’s like he’s talking to a kid and I am not a goddamn kid!

“Then what do you mean?” My voice was raising and he just smirked which caused me to get irritated.

“I mean, we aren’t friends anymore. As simple as that. Do you understand?” He slowly said, I understand words perfectly.

“Of course I understand. I graduated college, I’m not a moron.” I bit out sarcastically and rolled my eyes at him.

“Now there’s the Ysabel I know, where did you hide her? She’s been gone for so long.” He chuckled at me then went to the mini bar. I checked out his back side, which I must say, is very very sexy.

“Do you want another drink?” He offered and started mixing another set of alcohol. He could work as a bartender and I’d still ogle him. Stop it!

“Sure, what are you making?” I watched him as he tried to impress me with his bartending skills. I laughed when he threw the stainless cup in the air and still catch it together with the bottle.

“It’s one of my creations.” He winked at me and poured a lime colored drink in two glasses and placed two olives in it. He placed a napkin in front of me, followed by the drink.

“This isn’t poison right?” I pointed at the drink he presented.

“I am hurt, first you think I’m a serial killer, and now you think I’ll poison you. Have a tainted my image in your eyes that much?” He tried and failed to make fun of himself. I rolled my eyes at him and took a sip of my drink.

It’s a mixture of citrus and sweetness, what exactly is this drink? The citrus blended perfectly with the sweet side of the drink. It still burned my throat but the drink I had earlier took out my throat’s senses.

“Now, back to the conversation. I think you can talk perfectly now that you have alcohol on your system.” He’s slowly learning something about me and that made me smile.

“Then ask away.” I took another sip at my delicious drink.

“What does that kiss mean to you?” He asked again, so he doesn’t believe me when I said nothing?

“Why are you so determined in knowing what that kiss meant to me?” I ignored his question and asked him instead, I wanted to know why he asked that question before I could answer his.

“I asked first.” He finished the last drop of his drink and took out a beer. He’s fast.

“Okay, I agree with you when you said that kiss meant we can’t be friends anymore. Friends don’t kiss each other like that.” I gulped my drink, hoping it would give me the courage to answer his questions honestly.

“I am determined to ask that question because I wanted to know what’s going on in your head. You responded in that kiss, I wasn’t the only one at fault here.” He’s a little too composed for my taste. Is he always like this? “So, what are we?”

“I-I honestly don’t know.” I ran my hand through my hair, the tie I used on my hair is now on the floor, and my hair is now falling in waves on the side of my face. “What are we to you?” I looked him in the eye and he did the same.

“I know that you are someone valuable to me. I know that I can’t lose someone close to me again. I know that what happened with Katrina scarred me. I know that I’m the way I am because of my past. Last of all, we have something special.” He never removed that eye contact with me.

“Then what do you want us to be?” I blurted out the question that has been bugging me for a while now.

“I think it’s my turn to answer a question Ms. Crest.” He smirked at me and I know he’ll throw my question back at me. “What do you want us to be Ms. Crest?”

Is it getting hot in here or what? Seth handed me a bottle of beer and I have never been grateful. I took a swig at my beer before answering. “I want us to end our friendship.” I composed myself before saying those words. Those words held so much meaning and I don’t know if he got what I was implying. “What do you want us to be Mr. Morgan?” I used the same tone he used with me.

“I want us to terminate our friendship.” Dammit! Why do we keep on beating around the bush? I’ve been doing all the first moves, its time he do that same. “What do you want Ysabel?” The question I’ve been dreading is out of his mouth and I was tempted to just jump him and kiss him.

“I want...” I maintained eye contact with him. Do I dare say it? Am I that courageous? “pancakes.” Apparently, I’m not that courageous. “What do you want Seth?” This is it, this is where he’ll say he wants Ashley. He wants me to get out of his building. He wants me out of his life.

“I want you.”

Those three words had my heart slamming against my chest. Did he just say he wants me? Me? He wants me? Seth wants me? Seth wants Ysabel? His words had a hard to sink in and register in my brain.

“I-I-I-I-, You- you- you-, I-, we- what?” I wanted to say something to him but its a little too hard.

He chuckled at my embarrassment and I glared at him. “It’s not funny.” I muttered petulantly and he bent over and kissed me on the forehead. Doesn’t that say something? Isn’t there a book stating what kisses meant? What does a kiss on the forehead meant? He kissed my forehead? Dammit! I should stop babbling at myself.

“Seth. You- I- Yeah” I finally gave up in formulating words, I’m becoming a mess.

“You are so adorable when you’re at a loss for words.” In a second, he was by my side and enveloping me in his arms. I rested my head in his beating heart and I knew, this is where I wanted to be.

-----BETTER-----THAN-----DREAMS-----BETTER-----THAN-----DREAMS-----

A/N

Hey!!! So here ya go....finally!!!! Right???

Please show some love and comment!! Seth wants you to!!

What do you think will happen with Ashley?

-G