Footsteps
Instead of jumping out of Will's arms like the fiancée of another man should have, I squirmed pretending to be uncomfortable, while the fire that penetrated my body seems to sizzle underneath my skin. I looked up into his deep blue eyes, staring into his soul, while words unspoken seem to flow between the contact between us that was driving me crazy, but I couldn't seem to step away from. When he spoke the first words aloud they startled me, "Miss. Grey, I wasn't expecting to find you in my room when I got back. Can I inquire what lead you to my room, and not your own, or your fiancée's?"
"I, I had to tell you something."
"And what might that be?"
"I love Jem." At those words he sucked in a breath, hardly audible, but prominent in his facial expression. And yet his hard muscular arms moved little, still holding me like I wish he did before I fell in love with Jem. With so much emotion, and yet I was still unsure if it happened to be good or bad.
"Obviously, or you would not have agreed to marry him. Was that what was so pressing that you felt the need to come to my room in the middle of the night. That you feel sitting here in my lap is the prefect way to tell me this. Because believe me, you didn't have to come and tell me this. I can read between the lines. You are not the only one who knows how to pick up a book here Tessa." And suddenly in one quick motion I was no longer in his lap with his hard muscular arms wrapped around me, but sitting on his bed, while his tall figure loomed over me, his midnight blue eyes with violet and indigo, suddenly went dark.
"No, that is not all I came to tell you."
"You can either spit it out or get out then. I have better things to do then stand here." I rose, my tall frame still not quite meeting the length of his, I looked up at him and slowly walked around him, toward the tall wooden door that would lead me out of this. What was I thinking last night, coming here and confessing my love to him. What problems would this solve besides creating more? When I realized my feet had made it to the door frame I looked back, and without even thinking said aloud exactly what I just agreed not to. "Will, I love you too. You touch me and my skin lights on fire. I don't know what to do." Silence, no words spoken, I walked out the door, pausing and leaning against the other side of the wooden frame. And slowly said "Will, I'm sorry." I know he heard me, but yet I still did not hear any commotion coming from him. Not even the sound of footsteps or Will sitting down on his cold bed, the sheets now scrunched from where I previously sat and cried the night previously. Walking down the hall the addictive smell of him slowly left me, leaving me with a dry feeling in my throat and an ache in my heart. How could I do that to him? How will he react? What have I done? I turned a corner and an unmistakable voice sounded in my ears. The voice of the man I love, but hate at the same time, "I love you Tessa, I think I have since the day I rescued you." Turning around my grey-blue eyes met ones that I just thought I crushed with my words. Midnight blue eyes pierced my soul as I sucked in a heavily audible breath. Booming noises sounded form the entrance to the Institute. Peering over his shoulder I saw the noises were accompanied with the entire building shaking. And the shaking and falling of centuries old paintings. And with that sprinted toward the entrance, whatever was happening, it had something to do with Mortimer.