A Question For You!

(LANA’S POV)

“Alana Marissa Delaware! What in the name of God is wrong with you?!”

It was my mother’s sharp voice that pierced right through my thoughts and made me focus on the present. My eyes widened in shock and I gasped realizing I was overfilling a glass cup with water.

I put down the jug immediately and then proceeded to the bigger offense. The overflowing water had poured on to the table and then in turn poured on Daddy’s lap. The expression he had on his face was one that said ‘what the hell is wrong with you?’ But of course he couldn’t say that to me because I am his child. His only child.

“I’m sorry Daddy. I’m so sorry.” I apologized quickly with my palms pressed together.

Dad sighed and then looked at me with concern on his face.

“Are you okay? Is everything okay?” He asked me.

“Yes I’m fine. I just got lost thinking.” I replied sharply.

“About what?” Mum demanded displeased.

Well there was no way I could tell them what I was thinking about . No way in hell!

Flashes of Atlas’s lip on mine sucking gently, his hands on my waist, my hands in his hair, the way his tongue tasted on mine, the way I moaned when his tongue sucked on mine,

“Oh my God Lana. Is everything okay at school?” Mum suddenly shook me gently and I realized I had done it again. Wandered right of to Atlas’s world.

Mum turned to Dad in worry.

“I don’t know what we can do about this. Do you think it’s because we didn’t do anything about it on time? She has always been in her head a lot.” Her voice spelled worry.

Dad looked up from using the towel to absorb the water that had poured on him.

“So do you think we should ….”

“No! Thank you! I’m fine. I’m normal. I’m sorry I just have something on my mind.” I said very loudly making them both stop.

“Are you sure?” Dad asked and I smiled at him.

“Positive.” I told them, they did not look convinced but it seemed like they had no choice but to trust me.

I spent the rest of my breakfast trying to focus so that my parents would not fix me up to see a shrink.

The walk from home to school was perfect for me because then I could reminisce on the time I had spent with Atlas yesterday without getting disturbed.

I could think about how hands had felt like fire on my skin, leaving a trail each way they went and I yearned for more of that feeling each time my mind did a replay.

Unlike my parents, my friends did not even notice I was spacing out.

They were too excited about a School excursion we were going on in six days. An excursion of Three days in the city of Washington D.C. booked at a very elegant Luxirios hotel with the chances to experience some fun and opportunities. .

It’s a very exquisite trip and it’s a good thing my friends and I get to go for free because we would have never been able to afford this.

“I can’t wait to be on the plane.” Paige said with a dreamy look on her face, she had never been on a plane.

“I can wait, I’m not looking forward to that.” Daisy said.

She had never been on a plane too but she was scared of the thought of flying.

I have been on a plane before. Once. When I was coming here for the first time with my parents. We left our home and restaurant in Texas and came here because my parents wanted me to have this opportunity.

“What about you Lana, what are you excited about?” Paige asked.

“The Musuems.” I said. Thinking about them got me anticipating and for a brief moment I even stopped thinking of Atlas.

Atlas.

I spent most of today thinking of him so much that I did not concentrate throughout. I was also terrified to see him for some reason. I could not bear to look him in the eyes.

So I dodged him as well as I could. We didn’t have classes together so all I had to do was miss lunch at the cafeteria and then close late for the day.

I stayed at the library trying to finish up on my assignments before going home. It was not abnormal for me to spend extra hours after school at the library so my friends kissed me goodbye and left.

Focusing on my assignment did help to block out thoughts of Atlas that had occupied my head for most of the day. When I was done, I gathered my books in my bag and stood up walking to a shelf to return a book.

“Here I was thinking we would be here till night time.”

I let out a fast scream in fear. My heart was beating fast or maybe even faster than that as my eyes settled on Atlas slouching lazily on some chairs.

“What- why?!” I was not sure of what to say.

How did he just come out of nowhere, was he some sort of spirit?

Oh, why did he look so sexy?

He was coming towards me after getting off the chair and I took in how smart and put together he looked.

As usual, perfect.

His hair was brushed back so sleekly that I wanted to run my hands over it.

The dark turtle neck he wore hugged his frame and formed his muscles. It was just like-

“Maybe when you’re done eating me up with your eyes, you can let me know.” He said with a shrug.

So casually, without a smirk, a frown or a smile. His beautiful Grey eyes just unreadable starring back at me.

I bit my lip embarrassed as I looked down at my feet for a while.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him peering around his shoulder to see if I could get a glimpse of the front desk.

“The librarian is not here. She has gone home.” He informed me.

I gasped and fumbled for my phone in my bag. It was thirty minutes later than I expected.

“And here I was thinking you were avoiding me.” He said his eyes still intently fixed on me.

“And why would I avoid you?” I asked folding my arms confidently and slowly pushing down those thoughts of mine that said I was avoiding him.

Atlas looked at me for a moment and then he started to come closer to me. I held my breath as he got nearer and his scent was beginning to fill my nostrils. I remember how his body felt when I touched him, the way I wanted to feel his bare skin…….

“I have a question to ask you.” He said once he was standing so close to me that our bodies were touching.

I would have walked back if I could but my back was against a large shelf of books. So I had no choice but to let those beautiful grey eyes drain all the strength in me.