Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

She looked down at his lips instinctively, to see that they had been drawn up in a smirk.

Memories flooded her brain at how they had felt against hers on two different occasions.

Calm and assuring.

Demanding and devouring.

She pressed her lips together, her hand slipping off the edge of the pool as she pushed back slightly from him, swimming an inch away.

“Thank you for that too. It must have been really inappropriate and uncomfortable for you. I’m sure you did it only because you had no other choice.”

“Uncomfortable? Maybe. The shelf was really comfortable. I can think of other confort–”

“I’m talking about Elsa. I don’t think she has to know.”

He furrowed his brows, “of course, she doesn’t.”

“Thank you.”

Then she swam to forward, further away from him, pulling herself out if the water.

“Goodnight.”

***

The avoiding continued but it was getting harder and harder as time went on.

Chris was getting better, so they all went to the Beach now and then.

Although Jett was always on his phone, Elsa found a way to carry them all along with her time.

This afternoon, Elsa suggested that they played a game.

In this game, they needed to partner up with someone. This wasn’t the first time Elsa had suggested they payed this game though. Ivy always quickly picked Jett as a partner, although that meant she would have to do all the work, she didn’t mind. Anything to ensure that Chris wasn’t the one would be done.

Then there were times that Elsa would pick Jett. On days like that, she would feign a headache or something.

She was hoping today wouldn’t be one of those days though. The sun was out and nice, there were people surfing and swimming, laughter, children building sand castles, and she was here with her friends, on a beach chair, in her red strap one piece bikini, with a big umbrella over their heads.

Beautiful.

Fun.

“So I pick Jett. That means you and Chris will have to work together this time,” Elsa squealed before she leaned towards Jett, discussing their secret code and telling him to put the phone down.

Perfect!

Maybe she could ensure it this time.

Chris crouched next to her. “Don’t be frightened, I’m a good game planner and something tells me we will make for a great patner.”

She stared at him, not saying a word, allowing her eyes to roamed down to his greatly defined jaw and amazon neckline instead.

Don’t look, Ivy! Don’t let your eyes continue your roaming business, Ivy! Don’t you dare!

She saw him lean closer and she gulped, “what should we chose as our secret code?”

His low voice made her come to a decision really quickly. She couldn’t do this.

“I have a headache.”

“You what?” Elsa asked from behind. “You’re sure we don’t have to go back to the hospital, Princess?”

“No,” she stood up, making sure not to make a mistake of glancing towards his direction. “I’ll just sleep it off. I’ll be fine.”

It was hard walking away, not only because she couldn’t get the dumbfounded look that seeped into Chris’s brown eyes out of her mind but also because of how hard it was to walk on the beach sand.

A task!

Elsa caught up with her quickly.

“Should I come with you? Prepare you tea or something?”

“No, stay and have fun with your boyfriend.”

“Thanks your, Royal Highness for discharging me from my duties today,” she gave a dramatic bow and Ivy smiled.

It even looked funnier because of the white skirted bikini she wore.

“Hey,” she bumped Ivy’s shoulder playfully. “What do you think of Jett.”

“Anything else asides from the fact that he is obviously in love with his phone and laptop?”

“I think he might himself in love with a girl if he finds the right one. Like I found Chris.”

Yeah, about that.

It had been a while now, yet some how, Ivy had never caught them acting really lovey dovey in public. They must really hate PDA or maybe they really wanted to keep their relationship secret. Good thing there were no secret between her and Elsa, if not, with how things had been of recent, she would even have been able to guess that they were together. Dangerous, because she would have allowed herself to fall in love with him, not knowing the consequences.

Did it make any difference though? Here she was, running away from a game because he was her partner.

Uhhhhh.

She was tired of this.

“Don’t you dare set me up with Jett. I won’t forgive you.”

“Fine, fine,” she raised hand in the air in a surrender, then dropped them. “I won’t play matchmaker. I just really want you to find someone too. Someone you can be with, like the way I’m with Chris.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine like this,” she lied through her teeth.

****

Midnight cravings were crazy. They were like demons possessing their victims, making them lose all sense of logicality, till their thirst was fully satisfied, their hunger satiated. Only then, would they leave, watching their victims stare in awe at the empty wrappers of devouring destruction they had caused.

Enemies of dieting. Those crazy spirits!

Anyways, Ivy was possessed and she knew it, because why else would she be going through the kitchen, looking for chocolates at 2:07 am?

Possessed by the Midnight Crave Spirit!

She grabbed the chocolate from tbe refrigerator, opening the wrapper when she heard someone step in.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Chris?

There really was no running from this guy.

“Hi, bye and goodnight,” she said, hurriedly trying to slip through the small space between him and the door.

“You are avoiding me?”

She stepped back, feeling attacked.

He was right but still.

“Me? Avoid you?” She chuckled. “Why would I? It is such a childish move.”

He was buying that though and she knew it because he kept moving closer, making her move back too, wanting to put some distance between them.

“Is this about the kiss? Does it make you feel that uncomfortable?”

“I’ve kissed a lot of people.”

There was no lying about that.

“Had sex with many.”

Well, that was lie and then, it depends on much people believed ‘many’ was.

“Just so you’d know.”

“Could it be that then? The sex we had.”

Memories.

She blinked looking away.

Oh, no! That would make it look like he was right. So she looked right back at him.

“It was just a one night stand.”

“Exactly,” he moved closer again and she took a step back.

Could he just stop doing that?!

“So you have a rule against getting involved with your one night stands.” He stopped then he leaned lower, towards her voice, his voice a bit intimate, “Or maybe you have something against knights in shinning armours.”

He raised his hand towards her shoulder blade, his cold finger against her skin as he flicked her long purple hair off her shoulder.

She was feeling it again. That crazy illogical feeling that always took hold of her whenever he was close.

“It doesn’t matter what I’m against.”

“It does for me,” his hand slipped underneath her chin.

What was he doing?!

What if someone walked in on them like this?! What would the person think? What if the person was El–

She lost track of her thought, when he warm breath fanned her upper lip.

His lips were just an hair’s breadth away, hovering above hers.

What was it about him that was always making her like this, compelled to a spot and longing for him.

Her hands curled into fists by her sides, squashing the chocolate in its wrapper.

His cologne was calm in a way and it filled her brain, yet she was still fighting it, until his large hand curved against her waist and pulled her to him.

That paralyzed all her senses of logicality.

His lips moved against hers and hers against his in response.

She moaned lowly against his lips, and he hoisted her up, making her sit on top of the counter she hadn’t know she had been backing all the way to since he stepped in.

He pulled away, but before she could recover from the kiss, his hand was on her neck, his thumb titling her chin up, so she could arch her neck to him.

Then he starting trailing kisses along her neck.

She threw her head back, the now squashed chocolate bar slipping out of her hand right to the floor so that she could grip unto the edges of the counter in overwhelming pleasure.

Today’s midnight cravings might have just gotten a little crazy.