Shy (18+)

falling apart

"What are you doing out here all alone?" 

The voice was familiar and unwelcome. Killian was leaning against the sliding glass door, looking charming and drunk.

I must be a different person these days because I barely noted the fact that I was sopping wet and dressed in the skimpiest lingerie i'd ever worn. I gave a long sigh.

"Go annoy someone else."

"Why would I do that when I can easily annoy you?" He said with a grin, putting a cigarette between his teeth and lighting it.

I bit my lip, "You went to school with Louvain, didn't you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

"So . . . him and Amelie, huh?"

He looked confused for just a second until he registered my words and gave out a sharp laugh. I glared at him.

"Oh yeah, we must have been fifteen or so. I think she was his first actually. Your face is getting greener by the second."

God, it would feel good to punch him right in his smug face.

"Easy there, lolita. If it makes you feel any better I believe it was him who broke things off."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Who am I to say? That shit is ancient history."

Despite his dismissive words, I felt sick to my stomach.

"Shy?" I heard Bonnie call out tentatively, and then heard the glass door to the balcony slide open.

She barely noticed Killian, instead sauntering forward to wrap her arms around my middle in a comforting gesture. "It's cold out here. Stop acting like a baby and come back to the hot tub."

"Room for me in there?" Killian said with a sly look on his face. 

Bonnie let go and gave him a once over. "I dunno, what's your networth?"

"Oh, big enough sweetheart."

My black mood lifted a little at their exchange. "I'm gonna go inside and get changed. I'm a little tired, actually. I'm probably just going to -"

"Don't get all mopey. Were all having fun! Amelie feels terrible for saying all that stuff."

"I think I need to be alone." I hated the words coming out of my mouth. I really couldn't seem to help it, they were sour and sulky and entirely too  obvious.

I was jealous.

"If Amelie is really such an envy inducing creature I'm sure I can help tip the scales," Killian said in a playfully flirtatious tone, taking a long drag from his cigarette. "A minute alone in a hot tub with me will do more than enough damage, I'm sure."

I rolled my eyes, squeezing Bonnie's shoulder gently, "I'm heading inside. Goodnight. . . And please tell Amelie I'm fine." I wouldn't want to alienate one of Louvain's oldest friends. And apparently the girl he lost his virginity to, the bitter part of me retorted.

I nearly got lost on my way to the master bedroom, eventually collapsing into the king sized bed in my sopping wet lingerie, uncaring if i spoiled the satin sheets.

I awoke to rough hands roaming along the curves of my body, my eyes drifting open blearly to peer at the object of my affection. His breath was sweet and smelled of whiskey as he kissed the side of my neck, his touch infinitely soft and tender. 

He was speaking drunkenly in the language I couldn't understand and I found myself frustrated. Amelie could speak french. I wonder what other things they had in common together. My jealous train of thought came to an abrupt stop as he bit me. I gasped from the pleasure/pain, tangling my fingers in his hair.