I had no idea what he was planning or doing, but I couldn’t deny that I felt slightly anxious about his thoughts. And somehow that was bringing my feet back to the ground, alerting me as to what really lurked beneath the Prince Charming attitude. It was like I was constantly fighting against being brainwashed by him, and never really succeeding in not letting that happen.
Tonight was no exception and the seductive tone of his voice was erasing all reason once again. He could saychairand the word would still sound sensual falling off his lips.Get on thatchair.Just thinking of the sentence was making my skin crawl. I needed a quick reality check because I was already reeling and he wasn’t even around.
‘Were you daydreaming about me?’ The carnal vibe of his voice almost made me fall off the couch.
How did he know exactly what I was doing!? I was so busted, but I couldn’t figure out what exactly sold me out. Was it my face? The tremble in my legs acknowledging his presence? Or the beats of my heart?
‘You were,’ he threw me a smile, walking towards the couch. ‘Come, we’re not spending the night here. At least not thisnight.’ Taking my hand, he led me out of the room and straight into his own. ‘Let’s change the rhythm to my own,’ he spoke, pushing the door open and revealing what seemed to be a scene from a movie.
The fireplace was lit and so were around a hundred candles, turning the room into a beautiful ring of fire while a blues tune was playing in the background.
‘This is for putting up with me,’ he twisted me around to fully observe the results of his effort, gluing his lips on the top of my head.
He might have known how to break dreams, but Jesus, when it came to building them he seemed to be unequivocal. The candlelight, the champagne cooling in the icebox, and the fluttering curtains fusing the warmth of the fireplace from the cold of the night were creating pure magic. The lost paradise we both needed so desperately to hold on to.
‘You do know how to impress,’ I barely let out the words since I was under the impression that my voice had left me.
‘Oh, this. I wasn’t even trying,’ he let out the most charming laughter, abandoning the spot he had behind me and coming in my range of vision to take pride in his surprise.
‘All of this, and I look like a bum.’ I ostentatiously shook my hands so he could look at my outfit. In fact, it was his outfit since they were his clothes.
‘I think you look amazing dressed in my clothes, but if you have a problem with them, I suggest we get rid of your burden.’ His hands caught the hems of my jacket ‘Let’s start off with this.’ The coat flew onto a chair somewhere on our left while he grabbed my waist to slowly follow his lead.
‘Are we dancing?’ I asked surprised that we seemed to be moving with the rhythm of the music.
‘Were floating,’ he tugged me against him until I raised on my toes to reach his lips.
‘I wasn’t aware that you could go from the Cookie Monster to Don Juan.’
‘Por que no, senora? As you can see, I can be anyone you’d like me to be. So who’s next?’
Although I know he was making fun, I had only one answer to give ‘I want you to be yourself. To be Ferris.’
‘That I can’t do. I guarantee that you wouldn’t like me that way.’
‘What if I would?’
‘You’ve seen glimpses of me and I nearly lost you over it. I don’t want it to happen again. I’m doing my best to avoid the risk of this happening.’
‘You’re not the monster that you describe yourself to be.’
‘I didn’t say I am a monster. But a monster does lie inside me, and I’m not talking about the Cookie Monster this time. I can be both a glacier and an active volcano at the same time, Prince Charming and The Big Bad Wolf in a blink of an eye. I’m not like Brax, always determined to be made of stone, or Cole that needs obedience and adrenaline for his world to keep functioning. I can’t provide stability, except for the material one. Because, when it comes to my emotions, Idon’t even know what’s going to happen next. I have no idea if I’ll wake up wanting to rule the world or burn it to the ground. But I do know one thing.I don’t want to lose you. I meant what I said. I want you here with me, in both my darkest and my brightest hours. But I also know that I’ll only manage to hurt you along the way.’
‘What if I consider it’s worth it?’
‘It’s not. There’s nothing more about me left to unveil. I’m exactly how you see me. I’m everything and nothing, emperor and slave. There isn’t anything perfect hiding inside, just something perfectly broken.’
‘I understand. I won’t try to fix you,’ I spoke, wrapping my arms around his broad neckline. ‘But I do want my Don Juan back. I was getting into the atmosphere,’ I chuckled capturing his bottom lip to hold him hostage until he would obey my command.
It was a diversion to get him back on track, but also a diversion for me to stop the knot in my stomach from twisting and turning. I knew he was telling the truth, I just refused to believe that he was irreversibly broken. It felt like I was losing him before I even found him. But for the night I could settle with the illusion of the man he could be.
‘Mmmm. I kinda hoped you would say that,’ he murmured down my mouth while hauling my shirt over my head. ‘Can I have this dance, Miss?’
‘And you couldn’t ask me while I still had the shirt on?’
‘It was getting in my way. These too,’ he unbuckled the belt pushing the already loose pants down.
‘I feel I’m at a disadvantage since you still have your clothes on.’
