Into the deep we go: Falling for you is so wrong

Breathe

Ambrose hurried to his room, out of breath, and the wind knocked right from him as he recalled the way she noticed him, her eyes trailed his body and stopped right by his manhood. She stared at him, and he melted under her gaze when her eyes met his and she saw the redness in his face.

"f**k" he breathed, thinking about how she bit her lip. Did he completely scare her off? He wondered. But he didn't know that he was so scantily clad, he just reacted, and now he felt like a complete pervert.

He made it to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face, he had to calm down, the intensity was driving him insane, he barely knew her, but there was this constant pull that he couldn't just ignore, it knawed on him, it felt consuming.

Utter fear sliced through him as he looked down to where her eyes had stuck, "No, No No, not now" he pleaded to no one but himself. For staring him right in the face was a massive bulge, that grew more and more uncomfortable as the seconds passed.

This was a problem, he had to get it to go away, he had so much to do today so without thinking too much on the matter, he hopped in the tub, and set it to cold. He was freezing by the time he got out, but at least the problem was dealt with, not in the way he would've wanted, but at least it was gone.

He pulled on some black jeans, a long-sleeved white shirt, a white sweater, and a black leather jacket, along with his heavy black boots, spritzing some cologne as the final piece to his ensemble, he checked his hair again, which made him feel like a high schooler but he couldn't help the anxiety that ran through him.

He raced out of his room, woke up a very grumpy Lucy, thanked the stars that she didn't have to witness any of that mess, and went back downstairs, to the kitchen where he grabbed a glass and some heavy pain meds to give to Lilith, who was laying on the couch staring at the ceiling in the living room.

He cleared his throat and she jumped slightly, "Sorry, I...uh, I brought you this" he lifted the glass and pain tablets. She struggled upright but thanked him with a faint smile as she took it from his hands. Her skin was burning, out of instinct his hand flew to her forehead, and she nearly choked on the water.

"You're burning up," he said with furrowed brows.

"I'm fine" she huffed, he wasn't having any of it.

"I'm taking Lucy to her mother, I'll bring back something to help with that, mine ran out", Lilith shook her head.

"Don't, I said I'm fine" he shot her an annoyed glance.

"Do you instead want to come with me into town, so I can take you to the Emergency room?" her features scrunched up in protest.

"Didn't think so, just stay here, make yourself comfortable, I'll be back soon" he didn't linger for too long, as he could still feel the tension, very thick in the air.

He hurried Lucy along, she said goodbye to Lilith, and they were off, hoping that the cold sea air might extinguish his burning insides.

Lilith looked around, she was alone, Ambrose had sped out so quickly that she couldn't help but feel like she did something wrong.

But it wasn't her fault for the way he was dressed, flaunting himself right in front of her. Perhaps she should've been a bit more apologetic, she just wasn't thinking, it was staring her right in the face.

He was huge, not talking about his, parts necessarily, although there was no denying that he was quite sizeable, no, she was referring to his stature, he was tall, lean, muscular, healthy and well put together, unlike herself.

She cursed her own insecurities, and her appearance because she knew looked like s**t, she had lost so much weight her bones were starting to become more noticeable, and her eyes looked so sunken in with dark circles around them. They brimmed with tears as she thought about herself, she was pathetic, she did not deserve to live, just a useless piece of garbage, just like he had always said.

She shoved the thought away, or at least she tried to, because she hated thinking about him, she hated him, so she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.

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Ambrose had dropped Lucy off with his sister, briefly filled her in about the strange events of the previous night and morning without giving away too much, and told her that they would talk soon but to keep the information to herself33. Lucy was quite apprehensive about leaving but understood that she would visit again soon.

Then he went to the pharmacy and got the necessary things to help with Lilith's situation, and to some local clothing stores so that she could have more than just his sister's old sleepwear to put on. He also stopped by the diner and got some breakfast for them both, as he was sure she hadn't eaten in a while, and he wasn't feeling very culinary that day.

He couldn't physically understand or explain why he wanted to help her so badly. The logical thing to do would be to get in contact with her family, or friends, or even take her to the hospital. But something inside him told him that that would end in peril. He didn't know how he knew, but he did, so he decided that he would wait for her to feel better and then figure out what to do after that.

He just had to avoid that strange tension from manifesting again. He couldn't allow frustration to build inside him like that. She was a girl he just met, who was clearly caught in a difficult situation. Besides, she probably didn't even like him very much, as indicated by her horrible attitude, aside from her depressed state, that is. So he would keep his distance, and help her as much as she would allow.

The drive back made him nervous. The nearer he drew toward his home, the more agitated he became, something about this whole situation seemed so off to him, his hands trembled slightly and sweat coated his nape. He cursed himself for being so out of it, and he shoved his nerves to the back of his mind. Just to get through the drive without being so on edge that he'd crash the car right into a tree.

Ambrose breathed out a sigh and gathered himself as he placed his key into the front door, he put his hand on the heavy wood and stepped inside, walking through the house, the silence made him panic a bit, so he put some speed into his steps until he reached the living room, stopping abruptly when he beheld Lilith sleeping soundly, sprawled out on the couch

Her long white blonde hair fell in every direction around her, his breathing hitched when he saw her shirt had been pulled up to just below her breasts. He watched as her chest rose and fell ever so gently, and with every rise the shirt rose up even more.

He drew a hand across his face and shook his head. He had to leave now. So he turned and walked to the kitchen, he set down all the medical supplies and the clothes and got out the breakfast from the diner takeaway bags.

Neatly plating the eggs, bacon, sausages, and toast and heating them he quickly ate his own and got some pills, coffee, and water to bring to Lilith.

Gods-damn it, he thought, he hoped that she would just wake up, his anxiety ate at him and he was restless, pacing back and forth contemplating what he should do.

He felt a bit creepy to have stood there while she was asleep, and with her shirt riding up like that, he couldn't help the embarrassment that manifested inside him. What the hell is he getting himself into?

Ambrose nearly dropped the tray when he set foot in the living room, the situation had gotten worse, not only was her shirt now so high up that a part of her full breasts was showing, and the blanket had completely fallen off her in the process and revealed her long beautiful legs, they were twisted to the side, with her entire behind facing him, the shorts were clinging tightly to her and he could barely think straight as he saw how plump and perfectly formed her backside was.

This was in direct contrast to how small her frame was, her rib bones were strikingly visible and, despite her beauty, she seemed emaciated, but that didn't take anything away from her. She was still akin to a masterpiece, even though her body had been through noticeable trauma, he could see that she was gifted with so much more than she allowed herself to appreciate.

He had to fight off the growing discomfort in his mind and cleared his throat...nothing, so he got closer, "Lilith, I brought you breakfast", but she didn't move. He shifted his feet nervously and moved even closer, he set the tray on the side table and bent down to her.

Gods, she smelled so good, her scent hit him like a ton of bricks and all rational thought left him, her face was red from the fever and her lips parted, they were so full and rosy, and her lashes were long and thick with her hair being the same. He fought against it but something took him over. He took a lock of her hair between his fingers and let the silky strands fall between them. They were definitely thick and soft, but he could tell the malnutrition had started to take its toll on them as well.

And then he ran a thumb across her lips, brushing them lightly.

They were dry, he expected as much and pulled out a tube of lip balm from his pants, set it on the side table with the food, coffee, pills, and water, and proceeded to touch her shoulder.

"Lilith," he said again, this time gently rocking her with his hand, her eyes fluttered, but she awoke, Ambrose breathed a sigh of relief, and mentally kicked himself for not adjusting the growing problem in his pants before waking her.

He didn't want to have that bulging situation there, but it had been so long for him, that he could've gotten aroused by watching a nicely shaped rock on the beach at this point, it had gotten that bad. It had absolutely nothing to do with her, his body was just reacting naturally. He'd never act on it, he felt too bad for her and her situation, and he didn't know her, it was inappropriate in every way.

Lilith struggled upright and rubbed her eyes before looking at him, still kneeling next to her.

"How long were you gone?" she asked, still very sleepy.

"About 3 hours. I got you something to eat, some fever meds and other clothes. I'll put them in your room, and you can tell me when you're ready to go up, I'll take you"

She wanted to say something in protest, but she was quickly reminded of her weakened state, so she just nodded. He graciously handed her the tray with the food, her stomach grumbled, and she felt so embarrassed, she couldn't remember when she last ate or had coffee for that matter, she almost squealed with joy after seeing it.

Which struck her by surprise. She didn't crave food anymore. She had let it get so bad that she didn't even eat out of necessity anymore. But since she landed on that beach, in his grasp, something changed. Some part of her snapped into place, inside her mind, something clicked, and she found herself allowing herself to be more, more of who she knew deep down she was. Perhaps it was survival instinct or that rational thought that had eluded her for way too long, but she welcomed it.

Ambrose got up, and Lilith caught a glimpse of his trousers, or to be more specific, of what pressed against them. Her stomach fluttered at the sight, but she hid her face in the food and tried not to stare as he walked back to the kitchen, his backside on full display, he picked the perfect pants for his frame, and they complimented him very well.

So not only was he so damn nice that it made her sick, but he was ridiculously attractive, and seemingly well off, he also seemed to know just how to groom and dress himself perfectly. If she weren't so sore and tired she might have felt envious that he was so blessed.

But she didn't have the energy to be snarky or jealous about the whole thing, so she ate her food, drank her meds, and savored the coffee as it trickled down her throat. Nevertheless, she still didn't feel like this was necessary, and she mentally cursed him for being so kind and annoyingly helpful.

But she had to put her pride to the side, she had no way of making it alone out there, and if he insisted on being her savior, she'd just have to make it so horrible for him to be around her that he'd be glad to be rid of her when she was fully healed.

She tended to screw things up for herself, to not allow her true peace or contentment. Or to feel more than was necessary for survival, she had long since given up on feeling things, even gratitude was foreign to her. Mostly she just felt angry or depressed. That was her personality at that point, boiled down to two measly words.

She didn't know why she was like that, she just hated the way he seemed to have it all figured out, "cocky bastard" she breathed through her teeth.

They only had to live together for a while, but that didn't mean that she had to kiss his feet. He was the one who relentlessly pushed her to stay, so, with that being settled, she'd keep this as neutral as possible. She wasn't here to make friends, and she owed him nothing.

A couple of minutes later he strode back into the living room just as she set her coffee down, she had to take off her jumper before she fell asleep as it was getting way too hot in there, additionally, she was still quite feverish, she didn't want to sweat like a pig and have to brave bathing with her leg being in so much pain.

Evidently, the shirt she had on was a bit too tight around her breasts, it fit loosely enough by her stomach that it rode up while she slept, she just hoped he didn't notice. But she knew for sure that her chest was on full display as the v-neck dipped low enough that it showed one of the things she had in turn been blessed with.

She didn't care too much, she had suffered enough that morning by blatantly staring at his bulge so shamelessly and getting caught had made her feel like she wanted to disappear completely.

So now she'd return the favour, with scathing degree.

She had been busy putting on some lip balm to soothe her aching lips, when he got near the couch she let it slip out of her fingers and bent down with excruciating slowness, ensuring her chest was well in his line of sight.

She noticed that he stopped, she smiled to herself and then willed her face into blissful ignorance as she came back up, ever so slowly, she looked him straight in the eyes, the picture of innocence as she did so.

His whole body had become as stiff as a plank and she had to force herself not to smirk. She had absolutely no idea where this came from, she knew she had been like this long ago.

Challenging, charming, playful, and confident among other things, but lately, she hadn't felt any of that, it was like the moment she came out of that water, her instincts kicked in. Maybe it was for survival indeed, or perhaps, she could finally feel safe enough to gather herself and let some of the person that she actually was reemerge, not this useless thing she had become, and work through her pain, just enough to build herself back up, to go back into the world, and be able to survive, until she figured out her next course of action.

She liked this plan, she liked how she suddenly felt, alive, not that she really wanted to be, but it felt good for a change, she had nothing to worry about, nothing to do but get better, and she had a safe enough place to do so. So she would, and then she'd leave, without letting Ambrose too close, like she said, she didn't need friends, so she'd treat him like an acquaintance, a very annoying meddling cocky one, but nothing more.

Her mind snapped back to the man standing in front of her, eyes trained on hers. He tried to look like he didn't notice her stunt, but he was visibly sweaty.

"Thanks for the food, and the other stuff," she said matter-of-factly, not wanting to seem too overjoyed.

"No problem" he responded, and plopped on the couch next to her. She stiffened a bit when he leaned closer, their faces but a breath apart. She felt her heart race a bit, not sure what was happening, he slowly brought his hand up, and placed it on her forehead. She sighed a bit too loudly as the pulsing of her chest eased.

"You're very hot". Her face turned red, and she forgot that he was taking her temperature.

"I mean your fever hasn't gone down even a bit, gods... I'm not hitting on you" he spoke like he was trying to convince himself rather than her of that fact.

"No I know, but you could've fooled me. Don't think I'm blind" she bit back. If he could be so frank, she could too.

"I.. no... just take this", he shoved a cold hand towel towards her, "put that on your head, let me see your leg". She hesitated but gave in as she was dying of pain.

She stretched out her leg from under the soft faux fur blanket and slid it right onto his lap. He gently pulled down her socks and examined her battered leg. She chewed on her bottom lip as he touched her skin, she had to fight back the tears.

"f**k! that hurts godsdamnit" she almost kicked him.

"I think it's broken" Her eyes darted toward his face.

"How do you know?" she was a bit snappy.

"Well I am a medical doctor, but also, you can feel the bone protruding, and that's not how a not broken leg feels," he said equally snippy.

"You're... a doctor?" she probably should've asked him more about himself, it was probably rude to stay in someone's house and not at least ask about what they do for a living at the very least.

"Yes, I'm a surgeon, and that leg is in medical terms, f****d" he c****d a grin, he was stupidly perfect, and it made Lilith's blood boil like she had fire in her veins.

She shot him a glare that dripped with indifference, but he just continued smirking. She didn't even notice his thumb tracing circles on the part of her leg that wasn't in pain.

He didn't seem to notice either as he didn't stop even when the silence became so thick, you could slice right through it.

"I have a boot from when I broke mine, I'll go get it, the sooner you get it on the better", he gently removed her leg from his lap, but her foot was too heavy for her broken bone and she held it limp, so it brushed across his crotch without her noting it.

But he knew, he felt it, and he couldn't have gotten out of there faster, straight up to his room, not even hearing her say thanks.