My Love From The Canvas

Chapter 17: An impressive display of fireworks part 2

Jamie's POV

When Patrick speaks I turn back to him “I don’t want you to move just yet I like being this close to you.” hearing those words causes an impressive display of fireworks to go off in my heart. My eyes flick to Patrick when I feel his thumb on my bottom lip pulling it free from my teeth. The wonderful tingles spread as Patrick runs his thumb across my lip. My eyes fall to his lips thinking of how he would taste. Patrick moves his thumb from my lip to my chin and I lick my lips in anticipation.

“Please don’t do that, it’s hard enough to control myself as it is.” I lift my eyes to meet his and say “I don’t know what you mean.” Suddenly he says “I’ll... be right back.” Then he jumps up and rushes out. I take a deep breath trying to clear my mind. I get up and grab my things before going in search of Patrick. I see him sitting by a tree but before I can get to him I see Jessica sway her way to him I move in close enough that I can hear what they are saying “... we meet again.” I feel dread settle in the pit of my stomach. “What do you want?” He snaps at her and I feel somewhat placated.

“Oh don’t tell me you're still mad about this morning that was just a joke there’s no need to take it seriously. Me and Jamie just don’t get along too well but that shouldn’t stop us from becoming friends. You can’t find Jamie all that interesting.” I wince at put-down. Then she adds “I mean she works in a museum for goodness sake.” There is nothing wrong with working in the museum. How dare she as I’m having my mini rant I notice Patrick stand up slowly before he tells her “I thought I warned you already.” The menacing tone in his voice sends a chill down my spine and it’s not even directed at me “Do not speak that way about Jamie.”

He steps forward intimidatingly then continues “Jamie is amazing and if you continue to disrespect her in front of me I will not be responsible for my actions. Do I make myself clear?” Jessica couldn’t get out of there fast enough and I can’t say I blame her Patrick is scary. Patrick turns in my direction causing my spine to straighten in response though upon seeing me the anger vanishes from his face my body relaxes and a smile makes its way onto my face. “My next class starts in fifteen so I came to get you.” Not a lie but not the truth because the truth is I came to see what he meant back in the cafeteria.

Standing here I keep thinking that I should thank him for standing up for me. As the idea forms my nervousness grows I implement it before I can talk myself out of it. I lean up and press a kiss to his cheek and say “Thank you for that and for before.” Then I spin around and get out of there as fast as possible. If I was a cartoon character there would be a puff of smoke in the shape of my body. I can’t believe I did that. I can feel the tell tale warmth of blood rushing to my face.

Patrick is quick to catch up with me and he gratefully doesn’t mention the kiss. I can’t help but wonder what he thought of it. I finish the rest of today’s classes with a blush on my cheeks and my heart thumping in my chest. I am relieved that the class is over at least I can get a small repreve from the overwhelming scent of Patrick. After I finish packing up my things I notice Patrick still hasn’t moved so I tap him on the shoulder and say “Hey we’re done let’s go.” His eyes meet mine and they are more brilliant than I’ve ever seen them and my once calm heart explodes into rapid flutters.

As we walk I feel his large palm rest on the small of my back and my whole body tensed as if that wasn’t enough he moves it around to my rest on my hip pulling me closer to his heady scent and intense body heat. While I breathe in his scent I feel my body relax. He keeps his hand there for the rest of the walk to my car. Every once in a while I glance his way to gage his reaction but every time I do he winks or smiles at me consequently my heart doesn’t slow its rapid rate throughout the entire walk. So much for getting a repreve.

I can feel Patrick’s eyes boring into me the whole drive home. As I begin to park the car a startling thought occurs to me: we will be alone in my house for the whole night. It’s not that I don’t trust him, it's that I don’t trust me. Patrick is more tempting to me than any other man I have ever known and that includes Chris Evans. Worrying for my sanity I say “Do you want to go out for dinner?” That sounds like a date “I mean instead of me or you having to cook.” He smirks in the sexiest way before replying “I would love to.” If he doesn’t stop smirking I don’t know what I’ll do. “Great, okay I’m going to change. I've been in these clothes too long, let's leave in twenty.” I scramble out of the car without waiting for a response. I have to get out before I do something I’ll regret.

Once inside I go straight to my room I lay on my bed and take a deep breath filling my lungs with something other than Patrick’s delicious fragrance. When my head is clear enough I get up and go to my closet to pick out clothes for tonight I decide on my favourite red and black skater skirt with my red crop top and my black ankle boots on my way out. I grab my grey sweater in case it gets cold. I go out to the living room to meet Patrick and see that he has changed as well he’s wearing fitting blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt that does nothing to hide how muscular he is. When he breaths it stretches in all the right places. I struggle to tear my eyes away and say “Let’s go, I'm starving.” ‘Just not for food’.