Chapter Six
1060 Words
Liz's POV
When he stepped away from me, it was with a new form of sadness on his face and I hated to see him that way. He did not look like he was pretending. I should not have cared but I could not even help it.
My emotions were not totally mine when he was close. Rationality eluded me when he was anywhere around me. It made me want to get mad with fury. That I could do nothing about my feelings for him and nothing about what he was willing to share with me.
"Liz, I know everything you want to say. You want to protest some more, lecture me on how we should do things and make me see things sensibly..." He said, making me nod.
He was right. One of us had to be the one with sense.
"But the problem, Liz, is that I don't want to care about all the things you want to tell me. I don't want to care about rationality, about what we are expected to be to each other." He continued, his hand moving to his face and rubbing his eyes.
"I can't believe all of this is happening." I murmured.
"Neither do I." He responded.
"The thing is, you have to care. You don't want to have anything to do with me when you know we are siblings. You have to let go whatever you are beginning to feel for me rather than fanning its embers."
I hoped I made sense. I hoped he was listening, but he did not look like he was because he was shaking his head even before I was done talking.
"No, it is too late to just dismiss what I feel for you."
"That's crazy. We literally just met. We have not even been in the same room ..."
"Maybe it is trivial to you and I can't change that, but what I feel for you, Liz, is not something I can dismiss."
Those were the last words he spoke before starting off.
"Well, I really think this should be the last time we ever get this close."
I called after him, hoping desperately that I was not too loud and that no one had seen what had ensued between us or heard our small conversation.
He did not look back to acknowledge that he had heard me causing me to exhale loudly. That was one hell of an encounter and I was going to shy away from it for as long as I could and as much as possible.
It was drizzling when I reached home that day and of course there was the thought of Will in my mind. I still felt his lips. The soft yet commanding kiss. The gentle, yet passionately fierce pressure. It all made me want to give in. It made me want to break free of my inhibitions and kiss him back. It made me want to damn logic and just have a great time with the one person who could truly trigger my most wanton desires just by being near. Just by existing.
He was everything a man should be. He carried himself with an aplomb that I envied. That is why he is able to have all the women he ever wants. That is why he is going to have you. You can't resist him. You won't.
My own thoughts were running wild. I tried to stifle them.
"He won't have me because he is not supposed to have his own step sister." I said firmly.
It was a constant war within me. There was no way I could shrug the thought off. A part of me wished I had not applied to Foray school of arts and Sciences. Then, I would not be in the mess that I thought I already was in.
I was not expecting to find mom at home when I reached, but she was home. She opened the door when I rang and took my bag from off my shoulders.
"Mom, that is so nice of you, what's going on?" I asked her.
She frowned. An exaggerated frown that barely masked the amusement in her eyes.
"What do you mean? Can I not be nice without being judged?" She asked.
"Well, I'm a bit too old for the treatment you are giving me. Don't you think so?" I asked again.
She smiled knowingly and handed the bag back to me, causing me to grin as well. That was what I had expected. Mom was usually not too nice and it was weird. When she sat down, it was with questions on her lips.
"Did you see your brother in school today?" She asked, looking so curious.
The question came too sudden. It hit me squarely and destabilized me. I caught myself blinking rapidly before making complete sense of what I was to reply.
"What happened to addressing someone by their names?" I replied with a question, wanting to stall a little to gather my thoughts properly.
I could feel my heart thumping wildly as I stood watching her. She did not see that I was trembling and I, on the other hand, did not know what to reply. To accept that I had seen him and let him kiss me while I stood there, limbs weak as jelly , or to tell her that I had not run into him at all.
I wondered if she was going to know when I told her the lie. But I did anyway.
"No. We are not in the same department. I didn't run into him today." I said and she grimaced. I wonder why.
"You don't have to run into him. You two have to be around each other and get to know each other better, don't you think?" She asked.
It was a suggestion that I did not like.
"Mom, if we have to meet and get to know each other, do you think that should be at school?"
She only shrugged in response.
"He's had a bit of issues with his dad these few months" She finally said after a few minutes of silence and then looked at me suddenly, smiling mischievously,
"But…...maybe you could be a good sister and bring him home for dinner
one of these days?"
My jaw dropped to the tiled floors upon hearing this.
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