A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 10 - Realisation

"Oh my, God. Noah! What the hell are you doing?" I slapped his hand, forcing it away. He chortled, utterly unfazed by my aggressive displeasure. "Care to explain yourself?" I asked sternly, folding my arms.

"There was a piece of popcorn between your legs and I didn't want it to go to waste," he teased flirtatiously, glancing down my inner thighs and swiftly returning my gaze. He playfully placed one popcorn on the tip of his tongue, lasciviously swirling it around then swallowing it whole.

I gawked at him in a mixture of shock and repulse. "Why don't you eat it off the floor too, since you don't want any going to waste?" I proposed rhetorically, a devious half-grin crept upon his lips.

"I'd much rather eat you."

"This is killing my mood, I'm leaving." I quickly stood up and straightened my clothes.

"I'll follow ya, love." He quickly shrugged on his jacket and escorted us out the theatre.

Geez, what the hell is wrong with this weather? It was boiling hot before we entered and now it's freezing cold. A gust of wind blew into my body as I began to shudder and clatter my teeth. Persistently rubbing my hands over my shoulders and upper arms, I took a few robotic steps forward.

"Do you want my jacket?" Noah gestured, undoing his buttons.

"W-What?" I stuttered, shivering.

"It's no big deal," he strolled in my direction while wiggling his jacket off.

"T-Thanks," I blushed as he towered over me.

My eyes drifted to his broad chest, noticing how tall he really was – six foot four to be precise. His cool rough hands grazed my quivering skin, his heavy breaths emitting heat onto my forehead. Our eyes instantly locked when he wrapped his jacket around my shoulders. 

For a split second, it appeared as though I was experiencing a different side to him... A softer characteristic. He leisurely skimmed my body from head to toe whilst I anxiously clutched my arm.

"Damn..." He bit his bottom lip, his fingertips lingering on my waist. "You look so hot in my clothes, love."

My breath hitched, our eyes met once more. Fire... I was on fire. Noah had a magical touch, a slick tongue and breathtaking good looks. If I wasn't married to Chris, I would have already fallen head over heels at this moment – where he appeared human. 

He wet his lips, now concentrating on my mouth, drawing in my deepest, darkest desires. Even so, I felt a pang of guilt. I love my husband and I don't want to do anything that would break his trust.

"Thanks, but can you get out of my face?" I ordered impolitely, pushing him aside so we were a safe distance from each other.

"Aren't you a feisty one?" He chuckled frivolously, a hand raking through his hair.

"It's the only way to make you behave."

"Or turn me on." He wiggled his eyebrows then winked cheekily.

"Unfortunately, I don't doubt that." I turned on my heel and began walking towards the car, Noah nonchalantly followed behind.

"GIMME ALL YA FUCKING MONEY!" A man jumped in front of us, pointing a gun to my head. 

He was barely six feet tall, wearing shaded sunglasses and a beanie to conceal his face. I gaped at him completely paralysed, immeasurable fear coursed through my veins. Noah displayed annoyance as he peered at the mugger's face, he showed no sign of alarm nor fright. Instead, he pushed me behind him, his back acting like a shield as he confronted the mugger directly.