Chapter Three
After Rinslet had eaten her breakfast, we all went upstairs to dress. Since I put everything in the dishwasher, I was the last to leave. Or so I thought. Now Train was the one leaning against the doorway that Rinslet had occupied a few minutes earlier. I made my way towards him – pardon me, the door, not him – and was suddenly blocked by his hand. I bit back my urge to transform my arm into a knife and slice through his limb to get through his pathetic barricade. I turned to face him. Looking at me all the while, he took my hand in his and kissed my fingers, one by one. When he was finally done, his hands lingered on mine a while and crept all the way up to my shoulder. Before I knew it, he was kissing me with such ferocity, and yet with such longing and passion, I was left breathless.
"I know you have feelings for me, Eve." He growled. "You can't deny it." He leaned in for a kiss. Before I could do a thing, he was pushing me against the wall hard, devouring me in every way. I opened my mouth to protest, to yell for Sven or Rinslet to get him off me, but it was filled in with his tongue teasing mine. My breaths were getting shallower, and I could feel his heart racing above me. Before I knew it, I had fainted, and I felt him catch my body in his strong, capable arms.
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I could almost see him smirk. I opened my eyes to confirm. "You're awake, I see." Sitting up as quickly as I was able, I smoothed the nightdress I had put on before breakfast. Nodding sharply, I turned away from him and started braiding my hair. The silence that followed was soon disturbed by Rinslet almost breaking down the door.
"Evekat! You're awake!" As Rinslet started walking towards me, I quickly took in her… revealing attire.
Today she had decided that she was going for the "rebel" look. With a tight black shirt with "REBL" in red spray paint, a loose red miniskirt with chains coming from the pockets and sleek combat boots studded with rhinestones, I don't think she could have been any more of a "REBL".
"What did Train do to you, Eve? That little rascal…" She crooned. Shooting a dirty look at Train, she took up the task of braiding my hair for me. At that moment, I took a chance and stuck my tongue out at Train. Sure, it was very immature, but it was the best I could do at the moment. In return, I got a cute, quick wink from Train. My goodness, now that I noticed it, Train really was a looker... Train directed his gaze at Rinslet, and said laughingly,
"She's a fainter, that one is." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. Stupid Train. Stupid winks. Stupid love.