The Cravers

6. Your Number

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I staggered back, my head encompassed in a severe headache. But even then, I couldn't stop staring at him. I rubbed my forehead.

"You okay?" his eyes crinkled. His brows knitted together.

I couldn't answer. I was incapable of it. Why was he was so breathtakingly handsome?

Kingsley. I think that was his name. Matt said that. It must be. He was worthy of his name.

His eyes flashed with curiosity. Tilting his head to the side, he studied me.  " Did you get a concussion? I didn't think I hit you that hard." His hands gripped my shoulder so I didn't trip.

I blinked, not understanding a damn thing. Instead, my focus went down to his lips. Plush lips. Why could I not stop staring? Haven't I seen a boy before?

Diana, pull your shit together.

"Okay." He drawled, his eyes widening a bit. "Let's go inside." He pushed me gently and closed the door. "You lay down. I will get you some water."

Finally when I could put words into my mouth, I spoke. "You don't need to. I'm fine. Thanks." He set me down on the couch.

"Huh. So you can speak." He cocked his head and grinned. "But you still need water."

When he turned around, I quickly fanned myself. Why was the room so hot?

"We've been waiting for you for the last few hours," he winked. "I was about to leave, too. I had a phone call. But then you showed up right on time." He threw the bottle at me.

I caught it. "Where were you going?"

"A mission." He winked.

I leaned closer. "About Jenifer?"

Kingsley shook his head. "Nope. Something else." He sat down across from me, a glass of what looked like Scotch, was in his hand. 

To be in this room felt like a torture and a want all at the same time. I wanted to get out before I suffocated even though I just met him few seconds ago. But he had such a powerful aura---it filled the room, leaving no space for anyone else. It was uncomfortable but I couldn't help but wonder what would happen.

His smoldering deep blue eyes bored into mine. I turned away.

"I'm Diana Holland," I tried to break the silence. He looked hot as hell. Dangerous. 

He took my raised hand, not breaking the eye contact away. "Nice to meet you."

I smiled grimly, my eyes fixated at our hands. I could feel the warmth reach up to my cheeks. I withdrew my hand before anything else could overtake me.

"Diana," he said.  The way it rolled off his tongue, effortlessly and silky urged me to hear it again. 

"Pretty name. I'm Kingsley Scott." He said, his voice smooth and assured as ever. "Where are you from again?" 

I cleared my throat, smiling politely. "From France. The French Coven."

"Hmm." He said slyly. "The city of romance. Are you romantic?"

Why was he so....forward? It was a little intimidating. "I-I don't know. What kind of a question is that?" I retorted out of surprise. I've heard variations of that question before but for some reason it sounded too direct this time. Maybe because people always regretted asking me that but he was very teasing and...in control.