a wicked smile spread across his beautiful lips. “So I get to touch you other times?”
Cassie rolled her eyes. “Are you insecure? Cause really you shouldn’t be.”
“Definitely not,” Trik chuckled. He brushed his hair back and somehow managed to not look feminine while doing it. “Something in you calls to me. Your spirit draws me close and my fingers itch to touch you. Tell me you do not feel it,” he challenged.
Cassie shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Can’t what? You don’t feel it?” Trik growled out.
Cassie scooted back as close to t he headboard as possible as she watched those silver eyes bore into her.
“No,” she held up a hand trying to placate the dark elf in front of her. “I meant that I can’t tell you that I don’t feel it because I do. My skin is crawling all over. And as soon as you touch me , it stops. I don’t even know if I’m describing it right, but yes I know what you’re saying and honestly it’s kind of wigging me out.”
“Would you like me to go?” Trik asked and stood up from her bed.
“NO!” Cassie jumped up faster than she had ever moved. She wanted to slap herself for her reaction and then she wanted to bang her head into a wall as she watched the self-satisfied expression form on Trik’s handsome face.
“I meant, you know, if you don’t have anywhere you need to be or anything then you could, ya know, um, you could stay. If you wanted to, I mean it’s okay if you don’t . I’m cool with that too. It’s whatever you want, I mean I have stuff I can be doing, I…”
“Cassie,” Trik interrupted his stumbling Chosen. “Hush.”
“Okay,” Cassie said relieved that he had stopped her from digging her grave any deeper than the necessary six feet.
“I want to stay.” Trik pulled out the chair that was tucked under her desk.
“You do?” Cassie asked in honest interest. “Surely there are more exciting things that you could be doing.”
Trik let his eyes slide lazily over her form. “I can think of some pretty exciting things,” he said with a wink.
Cassie rolled her eyes , but felt the blush all the same.
“When will your parents be home?” Trik asked.
“My dad won’t be home until late tonight and my mom…” Cassie pulled her phone from her pocket to look at the time. She was surprised to see that she had been home for over an hour. She hadn’t realized how long Trik had been in her room. It was 7:00 p.m. and her mom was usually home around 8:00. “She will be home in about an hour.”
“That gives us some time.” Trik motioned for her to take a seat back on her bed.
“Time for what?” Cassie asked as she sat down on her bed across from him.
“You have questions. You don’t understand how you can want me even though you know I’m not the hero on a white horse. I’m more the forbidden fruit.”
Cassie laughed. Trik found himself leaning towards her as he watched her face light up in angelic joy. Her laugh rushed over him and he felt a glowing sensation in his chest more wonderful than any physical pleasure he had ever experienced. He had caused that. He had made her laugh. He realized then that he wanted to do it again. He wanted to be the one to put a smile on her face and to cause her to throw her head back in abandoned playfulness and laugh. He wanted her happiness so badly that it was a physical ache in his chest.
“Forbidden fruit , huh?” Cassie’s smile continued to lighten the room even as her laughter faded.
“ What are you afraid of, Arwenamin ?” Trik asked, all playfulness gone.
The smile wiped from Cassie’s face as she began to fidget with the comforter on her bed.
“You’ve killed people?” She asked without looking up from watching her hands pick at the material.
“Yes,” Trik answered.
“You’ve hurt people, good people?”
“Probably.” Another short, emotionless remark.
Cassie looked up then. “What do you mean probably?”
Trik saw something in her eyes that he didn’t
Cassie rolled her eyes. “Are you insecure? Cause really you shouldn’t be.”
“Definitely not,” Trik chuckled. He brushed his hair back and somehow managed to not look feminine while doing it. “Something in you calls to me. Your spirit draws me close and my fingers itch to touch you. Tell me you do not feel it,” he challenged.
Cassie shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Can’t what? You don’t feel it?” Trik growled out.
Cassie scooted back as close to t he headboard as possible as she watched those silver eyes bore into her.
“No,” she held up a hand trying to placate the dark elf in front of her. “I meant that I can’t tell you that I don’t feel it because I do. My skin is crawling all over. And as soon as you touch me , it stops. I don’t even know if I’m describing it right, but yes I know what you’re saying and honestly it’s kind of wigging me out.”
“Would you like me to go?” Trik asked and stood up from her bed.
“NO!” Cassie jumped up faster than she had ever moved. She wanted to slap herself for her reaction and then she wanted to bang her head into a wall as she watched the self-satisfied expression form on Trik’s handsome face.
“I meant, you know, if you don’t have anywhere you need to be or anything then you could, ya know, um, you could stay. If you wanted to, I mean it’s okay if you don’t . I’m cool with that too. It’s whatever you want, I mean I have stuff I can be doing, I…”
“Cassie,” Trik interrupted his stumbling Chosen. “Hush.”
“Okay,” Cassie said relieved that he had stopped her from digging her grave any deeper than the necessary six feet.
“I want to stay.” Trik pulled out the chair that was tucked under her desk.
“You do?” Cassie asked in honest interest. “Surely there are more exciting things that you could be doing.”
Trik let his eyes slide lazily over her form. “I can think of some pretty exciting things,” he said with a wink.
Cassie rolled her eyes , but felt the blush all the same.
“When will your parents be home?” Trik asked.
“My dad won’t be home until late tonight and my mom…” Cassie pulled her phone from her pocket to look at the time. She was surprised to see that she had been home for over an hour. She hadn’t realized how long Trik had been in her room. It was 7:00 p.m. and her mom was usually home around 8:00. “She will be home in about an hour.”
“That gives us some time.” Trik motioned for her to take a seat back on her bed.
“Time for what?” Cassie asked as she sat down on her bed across from him.
“You have questions. You don’t understand how you can want me even though you know I’m not the hero on a white horse. I’m more the forbidden fruit.”
Cassie laughed. Trik found himself leaning towards her as he watched her face light up in angelic joy. Her laugh rushed over him and he felt a glowing sensation in his chest more wonderful than any physical pleasure he had ever experienced. He had caused that. He had made her laugh. He realized then that he wanted to do it again. He wanted to be the one to put a smile on her face and to cause her to throw her head back in abandoned playfulness and laugh. He wanted her happiness so badly that it was a physical ache in his chest.
“Forbidden fruit , huh?” Cassie’s smile continued to lighten the room even as her laughter faded.
“ What are you afraid of, Arwenamin ?” Trik asked, all playfulness gone.
The smile wiped from Cassie’s face as she began to fidget with the comforter on her bed.
“You’ve killed people?” She asked without looking up from watching her hands pick at the material.
“Yes,” Trik answered.
“You’ve hurt people, good people?”
“Probably.” Another short, emotionless remark.
Cassie looked up then. “What do you mean probably?”
Trik saw something in her eyes that he didn’t
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