Velvet Scar

Desire

Zelda’s POV

During the whole ride, I was thinking about his and my dad’s apology. So much had happened in one day, it felt like there was still a little hope for me. The fact that I was not happy that he apologised and that I had enjoyed the kiss was troubling me. This ten minute ride was very awkward, with me being all flustered and fidgety.

I opened the door and we both entered my house. I asked him to seat down and asked him if he wanted anything.

"Do you want something to eat or drink before we start?"

"Yeah, can I get something to drink please?"

I went into the kitchen and open the refrigerator and saw that dad had left some chocolate muffins for me. I took them and two glasses of orange juice outside. We ate them in an awkward silence. Usually he is very chatty but today he is not speaking at all. There was a weird tension the room. In the process of taking a piece of muffin his hand touched mine and I was electrified. I hastily retreated my hand. He cleared his throat and said

" These muffins are delicious."

This brought a smile in my face.

" Yes they are. My dad baked them. It is the only thing that my dad can prepare"

"We should get to work"

We went into my room. We started working, he had to explain everything to me because I had missed the whole part the other day when I had run away from school. I was searching for informations online while he was highlighting the informations that could be used for the project. We both worked silently for two hours straight without talking to each other

He stood up and stretched his arm. He started to look around my room and my eyes were monitoring his every movement like a hawk watching his prey. He went to the windows and opened them and a gust of wind blow all my papers around. He quickly closed the window and muttered a sorry. While helping me collect my papers, he saw one of his drawings. His whole stance changed and he looked at me with wide eyes full of...

disgust or desire?

I don’t know, in that moment I stopped breathing, I felt like he was peering through my soul. I was feeling very exposed and vulnerable. Drawing has always been a passion of mine. I always drew my dad and mom. I had to draw everything that caught my eyes. My hands had been itching to draw Orion and once I started I couldn’t stop myself from drawing more and more. I knew this was a bad idea, I look like a stalker.

I snatched it from him and put it all back in my desk, he was dumbfounded still squatting in the same position. I was afraid to talk, unwilling to break the awkward silence envelopping us. I was not ready to repy the question that I myself I don’t know the answers to. I started to clean the pile of papers on my table, when he grabbed my arms and turned me around.

"Do you like me?"

Exasperated I said "I don’t know. OK. Leave me alone, Listen I’m sorry I drew you without your permission. I will burn them down if this is bothering you so much."

I pried my arms away from him and started to walk away when he grabbed my hands and pulled hard against him, we were so close to each that I could hear the loud thumping of his heart mirroring my heart. His hand was on my waist, keeping me very still and my hands were on his chest. his face was so near that I could feel his breath fanning my cheeks, if I look up, our lips might touch. He lifted my chin and a swift moment captured my mouth with his.

He trapped my lower lip between his teeth seeking for an entrance. His tongue invaded my mouth, caressing my tongue. Then I started to move my tongue against his, unsure of what to do. We were both breathless, panting for air when we pulled away. I looked at him shocked and completely beguiled by him.

I was taken aback by my craving. I was shock with the intensity with which I wanted him inside of me.The proximity between us was making me uncontrollable so I took a few steps back and his face filled with concern and I said

"Get out of my room. Just get out!"

He looked at me shocked annd he tried to protest but before I could listen to him I had already pushed him out. He banged on the door a few times but I didn’t answer him. He eventually sighed and left. I heard his engine roar to life and he drove away.

My room was filled with his scent and this kept triggering my mind to replay the kiss over and over again. I kept tossing around all night thinking about him.