Chapter 6 Lust

The rest of the funeral proceeded without incident. I spent the majority of the time with Sharon and avoided Alex. She was quite entertaining company as she aired my frustrations with Noah. Every time she rejects him, I hope she notices how heartbroken he appears.

My gaze kept straying to the church's wall clock. Time had blurred together. It had left too quickly. Alex finally understood why I was approaching him when I did, and we left the location right away. I didn't like the silence in the car at all for the entire trip.

Not at all.

Even though I only knew him for a day, I am starting to adore this area. Sharon and him were the most fun I'd ever had before.

I didn't have the heart to leave everything behind because it was all so much pleasure.

I might want to stay.

What if Alex thinks I'm annoying?

He appeared anxious as I observed him out of the corner of my eye. His jaw was set hard and firmly.

Has anything happened?

We quickly exited the vehicle and entered the parking lot. I entered the house and started to leave as quickly as I could. I entered and made it to the hallway leading to my room.

"Olivia?"

I stopped. Why am I liking this nickname so much right now? When did getting a nickname cause my stomach to flip? Why do I feel uneasy?

He said, monotone but angry, "You are avoiding me."

He narrowed his eyes at me as I spun around and pursed my lips. He had his hands in his pants pocket and was standing a metre away.

I returned a feeble "I'm not," His blue eyes darkened until the words of desire were etched in them as he suddenly appeared in front of me. He conveyed both serenity and anger simultaneously. He took a step closer once again, and I could feel my heart thumping quickly. When my back hit a wall, my feet retreated, and I swore.

"You are lying." He whispered and inched forward again, placing his forehead on mine. I couldn't remember how to breathe.

"What are you doing to me?" He said, his voice weak and defenceless, as though he were completely at my mercy. My body felt like it was on fire, even though he was simply caressing my forehead. His fragrance touched my nose, and I felt myself growing attracted to the smell.

"When I hold your hand," His fingers linked with mine, and I felt a million butterflies fly around in my gut. The emotion was so much stronger. "You don't let go. You hold my hand back tighter. Got it?"

I nodded.

Why am I nodding?

He breathed out. "Stay."

"W-what?" I asked. I couldn't recognize my voice. It was an octave higher than it usually is, and I gulped. I expected a cheeky smirk owing to my stuttering, but there was none of that.

His voice was now considerably clearer and more stern. "Stay."

My heart is being taken by him.

He is gradually letting himself into my heart.

I must prevent him.

"I have to, but I can't."

My heart was pounding in my ears as he murmured softly, "I can see it in your eyes." He turned his head, letting his nose barely touch my cheeks before moving his head behind my ear. His lips touched the soft skin of my neck as it trailed down. When he touched me, I shuddered. "I see the desire in your eyes," she said.

I instantly had the desire to stay. I instantly had the urge to paint my desire on him as well. "Alex."

He pressed his lips against my neck, whispering, "I don't think you know what you are doing to me." I bit my lip, attempting to breathe and quiet my heartbeat. My body was warm. My entire body was burning.

My chest pounded as he added, "God, let you go straight to me. You could have walked down another street. I could have never seen you. But it happened." Before kissing me under the chin, his lips fanned down my neck. He withdrew while pausing to stare. His finger suddenly began to emerge from between my thighs.

You have no idea how much self-control I exercise around you, he exhaled. His cerulean eyes were like swirling pools of hunger and yearning. I abruptly returned to reality when his lips grew closer and nearly touched mine. He retreated as I pushed him away with my hands on his chest, but he only moved backwards by one step. It appeared as though he was ready for that action.

I started to leave after hearing him say, "Olivia." My head was thrown back at him when his hand touched my wrist.

I pushed him aside and replied, "No," entering the space. I slammed the door shut behind me, leaning against it with my back. I then exhaled heavily. My muscles quickly relaxed, my heartbeat slowed, and I immediately felt my nerves quiet down.

I had to leave this place.

I've got to.

I'm aware that I must address him later and bring up visiting my friend's home. Or perhaps I could simply leave and hail a cab. However, I am out of money.

Perhaps I ought to get some rest and worry about this later. I shook off the garment with that notion in mind and went into the bathroom to take a brief, cold shower after making sure the door was shut.

A set of seductive, breathtaking cerulean

Eyes flashed over my mind as I closed my eyes and laid my head against the wall.

God, why did you allow me to approach him directly?