Chapter Ten. It took me longer than I've expected, sorry. :D I made it long, though, as promised. Enjoy reading! :D
Nora POV (it's only for one chapter, though. or maybe two. which POV do you want better?)
I woke up, lifting my heavy eyelids to take a glance at my environment.
The familiar wall of my room came into view, daylight breaking in from my window. My eyes instinctively closed to block out the blinding light.
And then I took a deep breath through my nose. The air reeked of puke, alcohol, and damp earth. But behind it I could just make out the smell of something incredibly delicious. I felt my stomach churn from, undoubtedly, hunger and thirst.
The grandfather clock downstairs started counting off the hours. I counted on my fingers.
One.
I waited, and waited, but nothing followed.
Crap.
I'm late for school! I jolted into sitting position, causing blood to rush through my brain, giving me a stabbing, splitting, and ridiculously painful headache. I put my right hand out to prop it on the mattress beside me, but my hand never reached the bed sheets.
I landed on the floor with a loud thump, blanket tangling my body. I felt my back ache, my stomach roll and my head spin. I groaned loud from the pain inflicted on my body.
I have never felt so sick my whole life.
I didn't realize someone had walked into the room until I felt two warm, firm hands lift me up from the floor, the pain instantly subsided as a sigh escaped his lips when he lifted me from the ground.
I opened my eyes to see his face over mine, eyes drinking the view as he gazed at me.
"That was quite a way to tell me you're awake," he smiled, and let me sit on the bed. He went behind me and positioned me between his thighs. The movement made my head whirl; the throbbing was worsened by my little stunt a while ago, so I settled for closing my eyes. I rested my head over his chest, and I could feel it rise and fall unevenly as he breathed on my hair and planted kisses on my forehead.
I sighed heavily, but when I did, something else threatened to come up my throat. I held my hand out to cover my mouth.
I heard him reach for a plastic bag. It sanded together in front of me, and I took a peek at it.
"Here, let it all out," he whispered.
I shook my head furiously. No. No way. No more humiliating moments, please! I could still make it to the bathroom, right? I tried lifting myself, but I only fell back onto him, knocking out a breath from his chest.
"Don't be stubborn, Nora." He suddenly sounded exasperated when he addressed me by my real name, but a tone of weariness told me I had to follow him.
"Go on. I won't look," he half-joked. I waited. "Eyes shut. You can do it, Angel; the bag won't fill up on its own."
I had to laugh, but when I opened my mouth, the contents of my empty stomach were what exited my throat. I was lucky I didn't spill it over the hands holding it.
Vomiting was humiliating enough, but having Patch there to watch and hear every chunk and liquid drop to the bag made me feel a lot worse.
"Wasn't so hard, was it?" he said, chuckling silently. He wiped my forehead and cheeks with a damp cloth, before wiping my mouth last, the fabric absorbing the heat from my face.
"What happened last night?" I said, my voice still hoarse from not speaking for too long. I remember the shot glasses, the keys, and the make out, the vomiting, the other make out, and the rest I can't recall.
"You shot tequila," he said as he fixed the pillows behind me so I'd remain seated while I comfortably lay my back against it, and sat beside me."I won on a pool game. We left Vee and Rixon." He was saying little as possible, short sentence after short sentence, so my tangled brain could keep up. "We made out in my car." A sly grin slowly appeared in his face. "And then we made out again in the ladies' room. Then I took you home."
"You missed the part between the make out sessions," I pointed out, knowing he wasn't completely being honest. He didn't mention the vomit part, probably because he didn't really want to remember it, too.
"Why? Do you still want to remember it?" he raised his eyebrow, his smile playful.
"No."
"That's what I thought." His lips eased into a loving, heartbreaking smile. He cleaned my forehead of stray hair and kissed it. "Want some breakfast?"
He took the breakfast tray from the foot of the bed—where he must've set it after seeing me on the ground—and set it over my hips. The tray held a bowl of chicken soup, French toast, and a glass of water and aspirin.
I took a sip from the soup without thinking, scalding my tongue in the process. I sighed contentedly. "Yummy. I didn't know you could cook."
"I can't. You're mom taught me."
My… Mom?
I didn't realize I had verbalized my question until he answered, "Yep."
"How—When—," I stuttered. Impossible. My mom hated him.
"Last night, we had…quite a long chat. She said she'll be away for a while. Two weeks, I think," he stopped, recalling the night. "Oh yeah, she'll be calling tonight, since she wasn't able to do it yesterday, seeing you're too drunk to open your eyes." He held back his laughter, and then turned serious. "She didn't expect you to get sick, but she really had to leave. So she put me in charge."
I closed my mouth. "Really?"
He nodded. "And then I told her I don't have any experience in taking care of anybody my whole entire life. She was horrified!" He chuckled. "That's when the cooking classes began."
There was a moment of comfortable silence as I finished the remains of the soup and processed what he had just said.
"I still can't believe she trusted you for this," I said, shaking my head lightly.
"I can't believe it, either."
Our eyes locked for a moment, and then his lips met mine in an instant.
The kiss was hot and fervent, and it made my head throb even more but the intoxicating feeling of his lips against mine swept it away.
He pulled away, smiling genuinely. I took the glass of water he was holding out and drank the medicine.
"Take a rest. You had quite the temperature last night," he said, standing up. I held on to his wrist.
"Patch," I begged. Stay with me, I wanted to say, but I know he already knows that.
He lowered the pillows again, so I could lie down. "I'll just put this down stairs," he took the glass from me, and lowered himself to plant a kiss on the bridge of my nose. "And then you'll have me," I blushed at that and he grinned, taking the tray with him and walking out the door.
The room temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees. It felt so… vacant, and dull and cold. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, curling up into a ball. My eyes closed and I dozed off to sleep.
The second time I woke up, the sun was already setting, the rays of sunshine slowly disappearing from my window.
I looked to my right and there he was, lying down peacefully beside me, humming a sweet, unfamiliar tune.
He looks so… innocent. Like, for once, in his whole life, he looked unguarded, harmless, and less-dangerous, making him a lot cuter and much more adorable.
I could stare at him all night. Heck, I could stare at him like this forever.
Slowly, the corners of his mouth pulled up into a cocky smile. "Like what you see?"
I snapped out of my reverie. He opened his eyes to look at me, his smile turning gentle. "Good morning, Angel," he said. I glanced at the alarm clock behind him. It was already seven in the evening.
A light groan left my lips as I stretched my numbing muscles. I looked at Patch looking at me, jaw hardened, eyes darkened by what seemed like desire.
"What?" I asked sweetly.
"Don't make those sounds, Angel. Not in bed." he warned jokingly. I blushed.
He slid one arm around my waist, pulling me in closer. I rested my head under his chin, and I heard him breath deep on my hair.
Suddenly, I felt self-conscious. I imagined myself still reeking of vomit and everything else I don't wanna know. I haven't had a chance to take a shower this morning. Oh, migod. I can't stand smelling like this.
I sighed and reluctantly pulled away and slowly sat up.
"Where are you going?" he asked, sounding rejected that I had pulled away.
"I'm taking a shower," I said as I stood up and pulled the towel from the back of the door. "I'm starting to smell."
He grinned. "I think so too."
I grimaced. "You're being too honest."
He nodded slowly, not removing the huge smile from his face. "Only to the girls I like."
"How many girls are you referring to?" I put my hand on my hip.
He lifted his arm and raised his index finger. One, he mouthed.
I cannot resist the urge to smile, so I did. I made my way to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, and proceeded to the normal shower routine. Soap, shampoo, hot water…
Naked, I know the drill.
I blush crept to my cheeks as I remember that conversation we've had before. I grinned.
Why does he have that effect on me?
We had a bad start, Patch and I. Before, his innuendoes were stupid and irritating and ridiculously aggravating. But now all it does is cause my heart to do multiple somersaults.
He was mysterious. His aura spells danger—you can see it a mile away. I had every reason to feel frightened and every reason to turn him down.
And yet, here I am, a few steps away from him, feeling safer than ever.
I stepped out the shower, and wiped myself with the towel before wrapping it around my chest and proceeded to brushing my teeth, thrice.
I looked around, wondering where I had put my clothes. I know it's here somewhere…
I clapped a hand on my forehead, remembering I hadn't brought any PJs with me.
Crap. Why is this happening to me?
I summoned my courage and every ounce of dignity I still have—okay that was an exaggeration—and opened the door a slit. "Patch?" I called out.
"Yes, Angel?" I jumped in surprise at the proximity of his voice.
"Um—can you get me, um, ah…" I stuttered. God, Nora!
He held out an unfamiliar violet garment in front of the opening of the door. "I'm beginning to think you're doing this on purpose," he said as I took the clothes.
"Thanks," I muttered, ignoring him. I closed the door and spread out the silky violet clothes in front of me.
"PATCH!" I yelled through the door. But all I heard was a faint laughter and the closing of a door. I looked at the thingamabum on my hands.
It was something between a shirt and a short nightdress—I can't figure out. It was silky and thin and sexy and a little lacy—a really horrifying scene to view. Goosebumps rose up my arm, half because I'm nervous, and half because I'm excited. What could he be planning tonight?
I swept the sexy voice to the back of my mind and thought of some other excuse. Maybe he mistaken this for an underwear, or maybe he thought this was what I wear at night, which should be ridiculous, since he sleeps with me almost every night.
I reluctantly—but at the same time excitedly—slid the shirt over my head, the silky silk tickling the skin on my back as it fell over my body. I felt like I'm wearing a big feather.
I felt like I'm not wearing anything at all.
I looked down and spotted lacy underwear lying on the tiled floor. It should've dropped from the folds of the dress when I opened it. Well, at least he gave me something to wear under the dress.
I got back to my room and found Patch lying on my bed, staring dreamily at the ceiling. His eyes closed on me as I bolted the door in place. An easy grin appeared on his face. "You look…"
"Naked?" I flushed. Why did I just say that?
"I was going to say 'beautiful', but yes, you do look naked," his smile turned mischievous.
"I wear pajamas. Not lingerie!" I yelled jokingly.
He stood up from the bed and slowly walked towards me.
I covered myself from his heavy stare, feeling self-conscious again. I gulped.
He stopped a few millimeters from me, his bare feet flush with mine.
He leaned in and lowered his lips on my jaw line, trailing light kisses on my neck, down to my collarbone. "Patch," I said to warn him, but my voice sounded more like a moan of ecstasy rather than a tone of caution. He crashed his lips on mine, his tongue forcing its way between my teeth. I let him in, gladly.
I felt him smile against my lips. His hands closed on my waist as his lips went back over my shoulder, licking the hickey he had planted there before.
"Patch," I said again, but I knew this one is definitely a moan of ecstasy. Any ounce of hesitation had already melted the moment he kissed it away.
I slid my hands onto his hair and tugged it, telling him he was to return to my lips, which he easily obeyed. He held my head by the nape, so he could enter my mouth deeper. His free hand wasn't free any longer since it found its way under my 'dress', devouring every inch of skin he could reach.
I delved my tongue inside his mouth, tasting every honey-sweet inch. He groaned.
It sounded so sexy, my knees buckled underneath me. I assume he could feel it, because he backed me up a wall, holding up most of my weight.
My hips bucked involuntarily, causing him to moan again, which caused a warm feeling to pool in my lower abdomen. Both of his hands were under my dress now, skimming every inch of my heated skin.
"Uhh," I moaned. He stiffened against me, but after half a second, he sprang back to life, moving a bit more frenzied than he was a while ago. I bucked my hips again and again, wanting him to lose it. Wanting him to lose his rational thinking…
"Nora!" he whisper-shouted before crashing his lips back to mine again. He held me by my butt, pulling me closer to him until I could barely move.
His pants were already tight; the forming bulge on his crotch pressed itself hard against me. I bucked my hips one last time, harder than I did before.
"Ah, Nora!" it wasn't a whisper this time. I looked at his eyes, blacker than the blackest oceans, wild and overruled by desire. A few seconds now, and he'll be out of control.
Finally, he gave in, pulling my thighs up so he could wrap it around his hips. He pressed me hard against the wall, grinding himself on my center. I let him do it long enough to calm his euphoric state, though my constant groans weren't helping one bit.
Slowly and shakily, I licked his lower lip with with the tip of my tongue. He froze. A sly grin appeared on my face. "Bed," I whispered against his mouth.
He looked me in the eyes, searching, but still filled with desire. He planted a kiss on my forehead. And just when I was about to think he was going to reject me again, I found myself already lying on my back on the bed in less than a second, with Patch hovering over my body, drinking the view.
End of chap ten! Was it worth the wait? I had to cut it, sorry, I had to keep the suspense coming. :DD I need reviews guys, it's what motivates me to write the following chapter. :D