Chapter 12: What’s With The Devereaux Name?
My hands slid through his strong arms and they just passed out smoothly but not with the heat I was suddenly feeling. His body has a strong flush of warmth that I couldn’t quite grasp and it melted me from within. His body tensed against me, his muscles flexing, I knew then he felt this odd notion between us, it was like fire sparks with our bodies brushing against each other, dancing at the tip of our skin. I always thought flames were only meant to hurt, who knew that it would feel so sensational, what was this?
"I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there"
I turned to the guy who suddenly spoke, the one who almost ran me over with his skateboard. I thought skateboards weren’t allowed in halls. I noticed how his eyes darted to the side before they widened in fear and shocking.
"S-Sorry" he muttered before dashing out in a hurry like some lion was hot on his trail.
I faced Dace because I knew the boy had his looks on him, what did he do to scare him away? He faces me and then he suddenly lets go.
"You should watch where you walk" his tone was suddenly different and a bit cold.
I frowned at his mood swing. "I-Its wasn’t my fault, Dace"
I noticed how his pupils dilated when I said his name. "I know..." He said picking up my bag. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have talked to you like that"
I cautiously reached for my bag and took it.
"You should get to class"
"And you? You have class too"