This was so far from being only sex. It was giving. We were each giving ourselves to one to another, finding the heaven of our own existence.
No doubt I wanted to prolong it for a lifetime, but my body was betraying all my requests. I was twinkling with the chills of the upcoming ecstasy, unable to hide the panting of my breath.
The tremor in my core could no longer be avoided, crashing under the power of his palms clutching somewhere on my hips.
Ferris was growling his elation while I was ripping the sheet off the bed to withstand the typhoon of my release.
Maybe it was time for round two or three or four, but the night was asking something different of us. It was no longer time to spoil our bodies. It was time to try and heal as little as we could of our souls.
Without wasting a second longer, he heaved me to rest upon his chest wrapping an arm around my back to pull me as humanly possible against him.
‘It will be ok in the end.’ A whispered promise was evading his lips. I didn’t know what end he was referring to, but I feltthe endwas much further away than either of us could ever imagine.
My eyes closed, but not really for sleeping. It was like I was trying to take in whatever piece of him I could find, sinking against his muscled chest and bathing in his spicy cologne —anything to gethimto stay with me for a second longer.
Anything to get him to be mine.
Chapter 13
Iwoke up with Ferris’s hand playing in my hair, twisting a wandering lock between his long fingers. If it was any normal day, I would have stayed in, losing myself between his sheets, while hiding from the whole wide world for another stolen moment in Paradise. But today was Brunch-with-the-Governor-day, and no matter how much Ferris was trying to avoid it, I wasn’t going to let him use me as a pretext to remain in bed.
‘I need to get dressed and get to the EMA,’ I turned to search for the safety of his chest, allowing myself to rest there for a few more minutes.
‘Fucking brunch,’ he muttered from time to time, cursing the moment he agreed to be a part of my plan.
Ferris was as eager as I was to waste a day locked in our secluded part of Heaven, but sweet dreams never lasted long, and ours was just about to come to an end.
‘At least you can stay for a little while. I have to run before I’ll be late for class.’ I quickly leaped into my clothes and rushed through the door, but not without giving him a knee-melting kiss on my way out.
Things were quieter than usual at the Academy.Thingsbut not Cole, who seemed to be in a bad mood ever since I arrived in the hallway. ‘You better get your bags packed for the weekend. That fucking party is already doing my head in.’
‘What do you mean?’ I asked, not being entirely sure of what he was referring to.
‘Camden has like an entire fucking list of rules to follow. And I don’t follow fucking rules!’
‘What kind of rules?’
‘They want to give assignments to everyone so that they don’t have to do anything. He thinks I’ll be in charge of hiring a chef and a brigade to cook for us. Do I look like fucking Ratatouille!?’
The comparison made me laugh, but something else amused me much more ‘The insolence of these people. I don’t understand what they were thinking about giving a mission to a man of your value. Tasks are for staff, not for kings.’ I had to admit it was pretty funny that a living breathing soul could consider itself more important than Cole.
Though I was beginning to think that Cole didn’t find it to be funnyat all. ‘Did you dare patronize me because of a bunch of retards!?’
‘Dare!?’ Did he really consider me to be his puppet!? I wanted to give him a long and thorough piece of my mind, but Jenna’s presence at the other end of the hallway made me reconsider my reactions. I could pay the price for my mutiny, but I wasn’t going to let my friend pay for my actions.
‘Do you have a problem regarding my authority, Mouse?’ His words were so crisp I knew they could bring nothing but trouble. And trouble it was since he jerked me to stand by his side and claim my role of his loving girlfriend again.
‘Do you get a kick out of forcing me to be your girlfriend, or whatever you consider me to be?’
‘I get a kick out of torturing you,’ he ran his hand to cup one of my breasts through the material of my shirt.
‘Are you insane!? Everyone is watching us?’ I tried pushing him away, without any sort of result.
‘This is what I want,’ he squeezed his hand tighter. ‘Those shivers of embarrassment and fear. The way your body stiffens against me.’
I shook my shoulders to break free, but the harder I struggled, the harder his hold was on me.
I was trapped in front of a live audience that was witnessing the complete display of my misery as all my anxieties were being transformed into a full-on panic attack.
