Chapter Four
Heat tickled her stomach rising to the top of her lungs. Her eyes fought the rest of her to close and embrace in the kiss.
She pulled off. "what was that for!"
He took a deep breath then shrugged. "That was my mate Charlie, he'll leave us alone now."
"and why do you care if we're alone."
"I don't miss." Dawkins said with a shake of his head. "But if they see me helping you, like this. They'll think I'm getting soft and I can't very well let that happen can I?"
She sighed. She had almost hoped there'd be a different reason for why he kissed her rather than to just protect his image. His lips had felt good against hers, no they had felt
"w-well don't try it again." she warned crossing her arms over her chest. "now he'll think we're…"
"ah no he won't. he'll just think your some type of hussy who I convinced to kiss me."
She blushed. "I suppose he didn't see my face."
"no it's covered with that hair of yours."
Brianne pressed her lips together holding in anger. "I'll forget you said that and take it as a compliment."
"it was."
Her eyes grew wide. Normally when some one commented upon her hair it was some sarcastic comment about how messy it was or it's unfortunate colour.
He looked down at her ankle. "please let me wrap that up miss." Dodger said with almost a plea to his voice. "it looks awful painful it dose."
She sighed, it did hurt. "fine."
He smiled then preceded to remove his shirt again. She turned her head over her shoulder so as not to see his muscles again. The fabric slipped under her ankle, slowly he wrapped it around and around until all the cloth was used up.
"there ya go miss."
She turned her head over her shoulder to look for a brief second. But instead of expecting the medical job he did she found her self staring at his chest again.
"did I do a good job, Miss?"
She blinked then looked back up at his face. "a very good job." she murmured. "very good."
"thank ya." he paused. "you better not move, I'll take the floor for the night."
"you mean sleep here!" she exclaimed. "I can't do that!"
"bed ain't good enough for ya?"
She shook her head. "it wouldn't be proper."
He blew out the candle making the room grow dark. "well this is Australia, miss."
The darkness gave time for Brianne to think. There was lots of things she could ponder about when basically trapped in a strange boy's room, with no one but him to keep you company.
But for the whole time she found herself pondering over that kiss. She had never been kissed in the way Jack had kissed her. He moved so gently and slowly seeming to almost care about what she thought.
John always just ploughed through handling her near roughly. His hands had trapped her, making it impossible for her to pull away. But Jack, he didn't trap her what's so ever, his hands near encouraged her to move, her body was free.
But it was nothing. He had just kissed her to save his reputation. Besides he was a man and sooner or latter they always ended up hurting you.