In The Kitchen

I was probably in my hundredth cookie when I suddenly felt a presence behind me. I knew it wasn’t Naomi because my friend had gone upstairs to get her phone. 

 “How are you slim like a runway model when you eat like a pig?” 

The cookie fell to the floor instantly from my tottering hand, and my heart erratically went over the fence. 

What was Adam doing here?

What did he want? Why was he right behind me? And where was Naomi now that I needed her?

I was stiff, rimrod straight on the high kitchen stool, whilst my pulse jumped haphazardly when Adam suddenly started trailing his finger down my arm.

I inhaled sharply the next minute, when he bit my ear lobe, when he slid his hand around my waist, when his kooky breathing slammed into my hearing neurons. 

How could someone be so brash? How could someone be so entitled? Did he think he could have his way with me because he was hot, because I was a mere statistic to him?

He must be out of his mind!

I jumped out of my stool without giving him any warning, a smile flashing across my lips a second later, when I heard him gasp harshly.  I wish he had fallen to the ground. 

Willfully stilling my nervous nerves, I turned around to face him, swallowing down saliva as I took in the fine imagery of his chest which was bare of any clothing. He was only wearing beach shorts. 

Damn! Adam was so hot! 

Clearing my throat, I awkwardly picked a cookie from the white plate on the counter, pretending it was normal that he was hitting on me.

 “What do you think that you are doing,

Adam?” I asked, biting down on the cookie which I knew might get stuck in my throat—my nerves were jumping. Even though Adam had never raised his hand on me, had never joined the bullying gang, he was still a culprit for enjoying my misery. And there’s the fact that he had been the one to kickstart today’s episode of bullying with just a question.

 “What do you think I am doing? Don’t you want it? Isn’t that why you wore such an outfit? To bask in the attention of the opposite sex…” Adam stated coldly, perusing my frame. I was still wearing the bikini. I felt naked under the unabashed scrutiny.

“No, that’s not true. I didn’t know you all were coming. Shouldn’t the school still be in session? Why are you people here?” I asked him, mentally slapping myself for mustering up a boldness that I didn't know I had. 

If someone had told me that I would be talking with Adam this way— standing in the kitchen, a tray of cookies between us—I wouldn't have believed it, not in a million years.

Seeing as Adam’s gaze had never left me or rather my boobs since we stood opposite each other, I would say Naomi was right. Wardrobe malfunction had contributed to my bullying for so long.

 “Well, the principal had told us to go home for playing around with you. Isn’t that so cruel, huh?” Adam queried, his countenance still aloof.

Yet, I scoffed, before I could stop myself.

And then, realizing the misstep, I shut my eyes out of habit, expecting a knock for exhibiting such rude behavior in front of the Prince . 

But I heard him laughing—a rich timbre that sent tingles down my spine.

When he stopped, I wanted him to continue. It was the first time I had heard him laugh. It was beautiful.

“You have really grown wings. I don’t know if that is a good idea or a bad one.” He muttered slowly, as he stepped into my space. 

His sudden closeness made me a nervous wreck and a mushy fellow at the same time. And when he placed his index finger on my belly and began to trace invisible lines around it, his head dipping low as if he wanted to kiss me, when his eyes met mine in a heart racing melody, I became flabby.

 “…But I would let it slide because I want to kiss you so badly. I want to know the taste of my playtoy’s lips.” He whispered smoothly, bringing my attention to his well shaped lips. 

God, I was curious too.

For a second, I was tempted to know what the feeling was like, kissing the son of our high and mighty lycan king, even though I knew it was a forbidden territory for me. If Claire should find out…I am dead.

 “What do you think?” 

His gaze kept dropping to my lips intermittently.

But I was silent. 

Foolish me just stared at his lips and kept imagining how those seemingly red entities would feel on mine.  

I was beginning to think that letting Adam have my first kiss might not be a bad idea after all. 

That’s what his closeness did to me. It got rid of my common senses and reduced the weight of his numerous sins against me.