What Now?
Ashlynn
Its been a day, and God, I'm dying. I can't be in the same room with him, ignoring my feelings is becoming incredibly difficult. And I cringe every time I realize that he can feel what I'm feeling, that every time I slip he feels it. So I focus on finding the book. A book that Clair turned out to not have. I've ripped the hotel apart a billion times it seems, and I've found nothing.
I sit on the couch in the lobby my legs in the lap of Donovan, I vaguely listen as he runs me through the next plan of action Nickolas had come up with. He was planning on taking my fathers dormant body out of the hands of the most highly looked upon, intricately guarded, Ring. Right from under their noses.
Well that was the gist of it. We were to go over the finalized plans tomorrow.
"He expects us to steal one of the most important men from the Ring's prison cells." Donovan says with obvious disbelief. I completely agreed. It was a very unstable plan, but I didn't say anything I only nodded as I close my heavily lashed eyes.
"Donovan, Elizabeth wants to talk to you." A voice that send shivers down my skin immediately says. My brain came to a complete halt, clearing out everything except for his name. Nickolas. I bite my lip to keep from slipping, but then I feel it. A warm rush that runs through my body and I sit up in gasping urgency, receiving a very worried concerned look from Donovan.
"You okay Ash?" He asks with furrowed brows.
Nodding, I reply nonchalantly, "Fine. I'll come with." Anything to get away from the navy blue eyes that are staring me down.
"I actually need to talk with this one." Nickolas says as he grasps my wrist with a warm slightly calloused hand. I look to Donovan with begging dark eyes. He doesn't see them to my disappointment and he just shrugs it off replying with a muttered, "Whatever." Before stalking off through the doorway and disappearing around the corner. I curse him silently as I watch after him. He left me alone, with him.
I spin to him with a gritted teeth, "What the hell was that?" I ask referring to the feeling earlier that still had me spinning.
He raises an eyebrow as he replies with his own question, "I don't know, Ashlynn, a taste of what you've been slipping for the past day, maybe?"
I stop for a moment, fighting the creeping rush of heat that threatened my cheeks, I tried so hard. Looking at him with fiery dark eyes, I decide to go through denial answering, "What are you talking about?"
He takes a step closer, his blue eyes piercing mine, "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about."
"I will act as I please, Nickolas." I merely reply as I try to find a way out of this.
"Well while your acting," he pauses tilting my chin up ward with his fingers so my eyes meet his, he continues with a sly smirk, " Try acting like you aren't fighting the urge to jump me, because I don't need those feelings."
I take an unconscious intake of breath at the audacity he would have to say that. I back away with narrowed eyes, "You don't get to taunt me or mock me. You will not touch me, you will keep your feelings to yourself. You, Nickolas, will not be around me unless absolutely needed. I will not stand here and-" His heated gaze cuts me off seconds before he closes the gap between us pressing his lips to mine.
His hands runs down from my face to my waist, his rough fingers brushing against the skin left bare from my shirting slipping up under his grasp. My brain clouded up as every sense in me came alive, electricity of the link ran through me and I found my hands in his blonde hair pulling his lips closer to mine as I rose to meet his kiss. He pushed me up against the back of the couch his fingers dig into my hips triggering my common sense out of nowhere. I had to mentally pull my self control together before I could shove him away. My heavy breaths matching his in an uneven pattern as we stand in a short moment of silence.
"That...that can't happen." I breathed and he nodded in complete agreement as he runs his hands through his messed dark golden hair. We both stand there, as we try to bring our feelings and wants back under the surface.