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Ignoring my racing pulse, and the fact that the air has grown so thin I can only take small, little breaths, I wrap up his finger as best I can, given he’s not making the job easy. He stiffens under my touch. Everything about him is rigid and guarded. But I continue on, regardless. I’m not about to leave him to bleed to death.
Okay, so that’s a little dramatic and not entirely why I feel the need to touch him.
When I’m satisfied, I gather up the empty wrappers and close the lid to the first aid box.
“That should keep it clean until you go see Dr Fuller.”
“Like I said, I’ll stitch it myself,” he grinds out, taking the first aid box from me. Clearly he thinks I’m a nuisance, but a thanks would’ve been nice.
When I look up at him, he’s staring out of the small window opposite. He has a beautiful profile. A strong jaw, high cheekbones and heavy brow, but from this angle it’s his lips that fascinate me the most. They’re full and plump and entirely distracting. Heat blooms once more.
“I should go. I need to get back to work,” I explain, fumbling for words, finally seeing sense.
“Work?” he snaps, turning to look at me.
“Yes, I’m working with Lola in the shack.” Did he think I just swung by with breakfast for the hell of it?
“Just perfect,” he mutters, his gaze boring into mine, before it drops briefly to my lips.
My heart thunders as his mouth parts and his tongue swipes at his bottom lip. I don’t think he realises that he’s doing it, but when my skin flushes,again, he clamps his mouth shut.
Thump. Thump. Thump, goes my heart.
“It’s the breakfast rush. All the trawlers will be coming back soon. Lots of hungry fishermen to feed,” I say, forcing myself to act normal when inside I’m anything but. “I’ve been gone too long already.”
“I told you to leave ten minutes ago.”
“I’m not very good at following orders…” I state, wondering why the hell I said that when I’m such a good girl, or so everyone assumes.
He growls, sitting up abruptly and leaning close enough that his face is inches from mine. If I was braver, I might just lean in and kiss his plump lips just to see what he’d do. As it is, I’m nine years old again and I can’t move. I’m a stone statue afraid to make a sound in case the monster finds me in the dark.
“And I’m a man who punishes those who ignore him…”
Fuck.
Is it wrong that I’m clenching my thighs together at his nearness, at the tone of his voice, at the sudden need I have for him to touch me in places that he shouldn’t? Is it wrong that I want him to kiss me like he kissed Lola, that I would give him myself right here, right now without a second thought? The throb between my legs aches. Wanting.
I want him.
Silence stretches out between us as I remain fixed to the seat. Something flashes in his gaze. Anger, definitely. Confusion, maybe? Then his pupils widen and for a moment I see my reflection in the black circles.
Is he feeling the same attraction too? Or does a person’s pupil enlarge with anger just as much as lust? I don’t know how I know. I think Alice might have told me once, but I’m pretty sure she said that when you’re faced with someone you’re attracted to your pupils enlarge as though you suddenly get tunnel vision and the world around you darkens until all you see is each other. Then again, I’m not really well-versed in that kind of thing. I’ve only slept with one person, and that was a quick fumble which was over before it really began. No heat, no passion, no enjoyment, really. I lost my virginity in the dark with a boy I didn’t love.Don’tlove.
“Are you okay?” I ask. Stupid question. Stupid.
“Leave,” he bites out. That one word is like a tiny bullet straight to my heart.
This time, I get up and leave.
