Chapter Six

We smiled at each other, about to join the others in the living room when I magically tripped and fell, with Hazel falling on top of me.

You know those scenes in movies where the girl falls to the ground in slow motion and the guy saves the day, grabbing her by the waist and both of them lovingly staring at each other in surprise and shock while a romantic song played in the background? I was always mesmerized by it, and I never believed that such was possible, I mean, not unless you're as light as a sheet of paper; even paper falls to the ground more speedily than those girls, especially in k-dramas.

Well, not until that moment.

I was pretty sure that the fall lasted for minutes because for the very first time, in-between that moment of tripping and getting to the floor, I noticed how handsome he was, how enchanting his green eyes were,cand how endearing his Adam's apple was - movies can really happen in real life.

We landed on the floor, his weight against mine, his body heat merging with mine, his breath on my face, smelling of whiskey and lemon, and our eyes locked together.

I was damn sure his heart was racing; it was thudding against mine, as mine was, feeling unusually excited in our small crappy world. We stayed silent, not knowing exactly what to say or what to do. I wasn't so sure about him but I was really having the time of my life.

He moved his lips a few inches closer and kissed me slowly, just his lips on mine. My eyes widened like that of an owl.

He retreated, and I felt that he was feeling somewhat sorry for what he did.

" Don't you dare say sorry. I loved it", I thought to myself, and like a viper, I reached for his lips, kissing him back more furiously. He seemed taken aback at first, probably because of how fast I was like a lightning bolt, before smiling into the kiss and taking full control. We wrestled our lips against each other, our teeth even colliding on a few occasions - Sophie and Edward taught us what we were doing, but they certainly didn't teach us well: together with some great movies with eluring sexual scenes. Like, they didn't get to tell me that I was supposed to keep my teeth away while kissing and the little white monsters kept getting in the way.

As little as I was back then; barely a teenager, just in front of the restroom, I had my first kiss with Hazel.

The door's security system beeped and I heard someone walk in, someone on heels who probably thought she was a model on the runway instead of a lady on Hazel's tiled floor.

Before I could move my face to the angle of 45° to get the full description of whoever it was that walked in, Hazel forcefully and with the speed of light, enveloped my lips in his.

If there had been any feeling above rage and anger, that was the very moment I felt it. I tried to push away but his beastly physique couldn't just let me have my way. He held my struggling little hands with just his right hand, bringing them to his stomach and locking them up, and then used his left hand to pull me closer to himself.

" Why the hell are your clothes still on your fucking body?" my stupid consciousness screamed aloud in my head - that could never have been me thinking that, it was surely the devil inside me, and even though I was being sexually assaulted, the damned devil kept moaning in pleasure, screaming " yes, yes, that's it, more!"

By the time he broke off the kiss, tears of frustration were already gathering clouds in my eyes, threatening to fall like the ever flowing spring of life in China.

He looked up at the person who had walked in earlier, " Sasha? What are you doing here?" he asked, pretending to not have noticed her presence all along. He hugged me tightly, turning me so that my back was facing the Sasha girl, while gently stroking my hair - a clear means of preventing her from learning that my sexual rights were being violated and coming to my aid.

" Haz, I've been trying to get to you for days now but......I don't know, you weren't responding. You ain't picking up my calls, neither are you responding to my texts", the Sasha girl said, her voice sounding very deep, almost baritone, literally the opposite of a requisite feminine voice. If I were to be her choir coordinator at Sunday school or Christmas carol, she's definitely going to be part of the bass singers.

" And why if I may ask, are you trying to contact me?" his heart was beating too loudly for me to be comfortable, and even as angry as I was at him, I could sense that he was hurt. I knew what was happening. I was typically the side character who the male lead gets to kiss to make the female lead jealous - what the fuck?

" And please permit me. This is my husband, Hunter. I would've loved to introduce you both but he isn't feeling too well", I freed my right hand and punched him in the belly but he didn't budge. He grabbed both hands again and kept them locked, again, and I kept struggling, as petite as I was - prison break 2 had to be possible. " How did you even get in here? Oh, now I remember. I'm yet to change my passcode but don't worry, I'll do it as soon as you leave", he was clearly trying to sound like a jerk.

" Haz, please just let me explain", she was pleading; poor girl.

I wanted to tell her not to give a fuck about the asshole, but my mouth was hardly pressed against the devil's chest - too bad.

" There is nothing to explain, so please leave", he was harsh.

" Haz please, it wasn't what you think, we never meant for that to happen, it was just a mistake".

" Well, since you won't leave, I'll just have to take my sick husband upstairs. Enjoy your stay", he carried me like a child, so easily, with my head resting on his shoulders and my legs around his waist, " and um, lest I forget, there's nothing in the fridge", he smiled, " see you later", he said mockingly and cuddled me upstairs.

All this time I thought I was resisting him, not knowing that it was all in my head. The devil in me had taken over my body, loving every touch of his skin, making me entirely relax into his grasp and embrace.

I heard the door open and close - she was gone.

As soon as he noticed that she was gone, he took his hands off of me, making me fall to the ground with the back of my head hitting the hard floor. u could only blame that stupid devil inside me for loving it too much.

" Ouch", I caressed the back of my head, feeling the pain lump grow through the ruffles of hair. " What was that for?"

" You were being a pervert".

" Says the person who forcefully kissed me against my will. You know I can sue you for sexual assault?" I was fuming with anger - or at least I was pretending to fume with anger.

" Go ahead", he leaned closer, his lips inches away from my left ear, " my house cam caught you relaxing into the kiss and undeniably letting me carry you", I shifted away from him; his voice was starting to sound like mosquito cries - that damned devil was to blame, " and besides, like you said earlier darling, we are married", now that was a slap right to my face.

There was a smirk on his face, and his ' darling ' was far more stretched than usual, in such a way that only him could say it and remain cool while saying it. It almost sounded like ' duuuurlling", and he made faces at me.

I was sure my lower jaw was almost reaching the floor.

He turned to leave but I furiously tried to grab his hand, but I slipped; my fingers were probably slippery or something, and I aimed for the floor.

He rushed to grab my hand but it was too late, and he even ended up following me on my journey to the floor, his destination; on top of me.

It was just like deja Vu.

Exactly like when we were younger, him on top, both of us, eyes locked, tension rising: only that I felt something hard probing me.

" That can't be a stick ", I thought to myself. And In fact it wasn't. He was hard, and so was I.