Bound

Not What It Looks Like | Eva

His hand slipped from behind me after a long meeting of of our eyes. His move only a little, side to side as if they were searching for something within mine. I blinked to find him up the hallway and with a small jog, I came up beside him.

I walked with him, my mind struggling for words that would free me from this embarrassing torture. I pressed my clammy cold hands to my cheek, trying to relieve the burning. Before I even noticed his door in sight, he turned around to look at me.

I blurted out.

"Hale, this unnecessary.

He shrugged.

"So is wearing clothes."

My eyes glared into his glimmering ones and with a sigh, I flung open the door. I refusing to continue in whatever game he intended to play with me. I looked around for a closet, glancing over his unmade bed dress in blue, the lesser of my distractions as I realized the entire room smelled of him...this amazingly sweet smell floated among a prominent scent of roses.

With a short pause, I oriented myself and found a door way, dark but open that appeared it might house clothing. I flickered on the low light of the room, and flicked a switch that lit up an endless rack of men's wear.

Even the closet smelled like him.

I only needed to find an outfit. One outfit. Any outfit. Just something that wouldn't have us gawked at in public.

Searching through the endless bundled of hung, sown fabrics, I couldn't imagine him in half of them, especially the sections that seemed dedicated to the color pink.

My eyes fell in the endless section of pink. Now, I wore a devious smirk of my own.

I emerged pink button-up, red tie, and red pair of pants in hand.

Hale sat up from where he'd lied down on his bed. His eyes widened and blinked once probably to make sure he saw the shades correctly.

"There is no way, in hell-."

"You told me to dress you."

"Dress me. Not humiliate me."

I laughed.

"Let me be honest, you could probably wear a clown suit and still get compli-." I bit hard into my tongue.

"Just put it on."

I tossed the pants his way before he could mock me about almost complimenting him. He caught it with a raised brow.

Up on his feet, he began undoing the string of his pants. Without a single warning, he started to tug them off his hips.

I spun around, almost tripping again.

I listened for him to be done, and once the shuffling of fabric ended, I turned to find him directly behind me. I leapt back, and with an annoyed groan, I tossed the shirt in his face. He slipped it on and started to button it up into the wrong holes.

"You do realize, you look drunk, right?"

He continued to button.

"Hale the-." I stopped his hand as he got close to the top. "These aren't even aligned."

"Then fix them."

I shot him a glare.

Somehow, only then did I take a good look at his eyes. Somehow they weren't the same. They appeared bigger, glossier, like something had him under the influence.

"Have you been drinking?"

He cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

"Why do you ask?"

I sighed.

"Sit down."

"Why-?"

"Sit."

He rolled his eyes and moved to the bed where he sat once more. I walked over to him.

"No wonder you're acting weird."

"Weird how?" He furrowed his brows at me.

I stopped in front of him.

"Touch your nose."

He rose a finger and touched it to the tip of his nose.

"Why am I doing this?"

"Cause you're listening to me without question, and you can't even button a shirt."

He shrugged throwing his hands down to his side.

"Buttons are weird," he said with a sigh.

"You're weird."

He shot me a look.

"No... I'm just drunk."

My face went into my palm.

I brushed hair from my face as I stared him down. He returned the gesture from below me. Holding eye contact, I kneeled between his legs, only looked away as I went for his shirt.

I unbutton from the top. One by one they came undone until the shirt hung open again.

I had never seen a vampire drink, let alone one one be drunk, but good things rarely come from alcohol. I went to take his shirt off since he needed to go nowhere in his condition, but I didn't move a finger as my eyes drifted up to his. A sea of black stared down at me, dark with a crimson tint so vibrant it glowed through the darkness. I wanted to listen to my logical mind telling me to back away, but almost unwillingly, I gave into an instinctual urge. My hand from his lower stomach up to his chest.

A heavy wave of deja vu washed over me.

"Eva..." I heard him, but said nothing back to the voice that filled my head.

I felt finger tips caress my face as he moved hair behind my ringing ear.

"Eva?!" That voice didn't belong to him.

The voice was enough to bring me slightly from my daze. I traced it, back behind me to a wide eyed Angel who stood in the doorway.

I blinked fully back into reality and looked up at Hale, who still sat on the bed.

On the floor, between his legs, on both my knees....touching him.

"Uh...Eva?" Hale said.

I looked back to Angeline.

"This isn't what it looks like."