CHAPTER 13:
Ares took me to the hospital after the fight. I can't believe I broke my arm because of my stupidity. I would never let that happen again.
Anyway, I was in a huge and very luxurious room laying in bed alone. I have a cast on my arm. I better think of a very good excuse as because I know that my mom would find out soon enough that I broke my arm. I can't let her know that i was in a fight or she'll freak out and would send me a plane ticket to Paris. I can't let that happen.
I try to move my casted arm. Got to admit. it hurts... a lot, but i can pull out a very good poker face, so I can make something up-for my mom. I have to think of reasons...now.
Someone's coming...
It's Ares. He looks sad. Why?
"Hey" I began.
"Sorry." he apologizes still looking sorry.
"No worries." I assure him and gave him a gleefull smile.
He looks convinced enough that it lightens his face a little. "You really are a trouble magnet, aren't you?"
I gave him a look. "Whatever."
He laughs. He's laughing? What the hell's funny?
I'm quite for a while and wait for him to notice...
any second now...
any minute now...
Okay, I think he wouldn't stop. I need to stop his annoying laughter that-I may have a feeling that this laughter is supposed to be an insult. So I smack his head with my uncasted hand to snap him out of his annoying reverie or whatever that is supposed to be.
He yelps, "Ouch!" he looks at me with pain written all over his face, "What was that for?"
I made a serious face. "That was for you laughing at me." I pout then looked at him. He looks really in pain. I didn't hit him that hard. Then I remember, from the fight earlier that he was hit by a guy to protect me. "Sorry." I apologized immediately.
"I don't accept apologies that was said in word." I have a bad feeling about this. "I prefer you do it in action."
I smiled, "No way, can't you see that my arm is in a cast right now, dummy? I can't make another cookies." I whined.
He looks taken a back. Then grins.
"You know what, whenever you smile like that...I don't know... I sort of feel something was about to happen." I say knowingly.
"You're quite instinctive." He leans near me. "But I wasn't actually asking for cookies."
Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows, and as I do that he gaves me a very wild kiss. It was wild yet kind of gentle and assuring. i like it.
Ares moves nearer, carefully as not to touch my injured arm. He cups my face gently with his hands and kisses me harder like i was about to melt. I raise my left hand to touch his back and he moves his right arm towards my tigh.
I feel a sudded heat rouse up through my body. This is the first time I felt like this. I hate it and at the same time I like it.
His hands moves gently to the upper part of my body as he kiss me with heated passion. I kiss him back as hard as I can. As his hand was busy feeling my tummy, I tried to proper my seating way but it just lose my balance, therefore; stopping the kiss.
DAMN.
He was now laying on bed with his arms supporting his body.
"You owe me another." he says as he leans in again.
I smile and as his lips was about to toouch mine, the door busts open.
YOU ARE READING
habituated with a kiss
Teen FictionWhat if one day a stranger suddenly kissed you like in a movie? And furthermore, that person was as handsome as a movie star? A simple minded, slow witted girl with no sense at all that is what Miranda is. However, she is one of the best fighters in...