Chapter 109: A Pain So Spicy
The wind became more extreme as it poured in with more vigor after the sharp baritone voice that got me paralyzed. The familiarity, the tone, the delicious scent that hit my very nose when the wind whistled in, I felt my body revive by it, I felt a warm chilliness, I felt an unknown hunger engulf me, all my nerves and my brain tides in alert, I felt alive!
Like a frozen body I leisurely rose to my feet, my breath shaky and unstable and my heart hammering like it would fall off my chest, I was unable to stop my body from stirring with all this bust of emotions in one go, I couldn’t collect myself, I couldn’t think of anything else except turning to the presence behind me, my entire body screamed at me to do it, I felt a burning gaze burn me from behind, I felt my body pricked. Unable to handle the rush of feels, I twirled.
I locked gaze with the handsome werelion a foot away from me, my breath almost seized when I took in his features, I felt like I was seeing him for the first time and I got lost in his heavenly hazel eyes, they were more beautiful tonight.
I gawked at him like he was some painting piece at a museum to be admired by everyone. This was my first time seeing him in a suit and he looked simply breathtaking, well I have seen him but in a picture when he was still young, when I did my research, this was totally different than that.
He wore a dark blue suit with no tie, his jacket buttons left open to see the tucked shirt beneath which he left the top buttons undone so I got a peek of his smooth fair chest but it was just a glimpse that got me craving for more. I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t look away, I remained still even though I was shivering.
He gave me a look I couldn’t read but his eyes... His eyes were sad and filled with longing.
I think my heart gave a loud heartbeat for the world to hear when he took a step toward me, my breath became more piercing and my grip tightened on my purse I crossed. My chest rose and fell, It took just three steps and he was before me forcing me to tilt my head backward just so I could meet his eyes. The heat lurching from his very body depleted me, it shrouded me like I was in the midst of flames, and all the cold was gone in a split second.
But I jerked when I felt his suit jacket enveloping me and tucking me in making sure I was properly covered, when did he take it off?
"You shouldn’t wear such thin sleeves, the night is cold" he spoke in a tone overly matured right now, and it seemed like I was in a presence of a very old man but his youthful looks gave him away, Dace IS old but in a human sense, he was my age right now.
He pulled some strands of my strawberry blond hair behind my ear, I still kept my gaze glued on him like a lost puppy. Was this a dream? Was I daydreaming again like I have for the past few days? Was he really here, right now?