“As soon as you become Mrs. Linton, he loses friend, and love, and all! Have you considered how you'll bear the separation, and how he'll bear to be quite deserted in the world?” — Ellen Dean.
I had never been the submissive, so naturally I took control over him, and we fucked till my legs ached. Presently, I was getting dressed up in order to leave his apartment and go to my place with Niall. “Tobias, you can stay. It’s really late at night, besides”, I turned half way to face him, buttoning my blue shirt which was sprawled on the floor minutes ago.
“No, Jeremy. I really appreciate the offer, but I don’t sleep with anyone.” Sleeping with someone you had sex with, implied deep intimacy for me, something that didn’t sit well with the peace of my mind. I heard him groan in disapproval, flipping over to the other side of the bed.
Taking that non argumentative attitude as a key to leave, I exited his apartment, gently closing the door from outside, as I descended down the stairs only to bump into someone. “Jesus Christ.” I breathed, the hit almost knocking me over. The atmosphere was dark, and I could only trace the features of the person I'd bumped into. Time stilled for a moment, when I saw hard grey eyes finding their way into mine.
“Tobias.” The named rolled off his tongue, sending shivers down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself, cocking my head to the side, sizing him up from head to toe. “Alexander.” Acknowledging him was supposedly manners from my side, but that did nothing to fix the trance like state we both found ourselves in.
The two words from us, hung like stagnant air in the distance. Even in the darkness, his eyes were as brilliant as ever, giving off sparks. He opened his mouth for a split second, sharply in taking breath, as if he were steadying himself. None of us moved, and I let out breath which I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Damn, fuck.
His adam apple bobbed up and down, because he was probably swallowing his own saliva. This — this very tension is what I was talking about. It was so dense and thick, that it had stunned us both into silence. The soft outline of his lips curved up, as he spoke, “What are you doing here? This late at night?” I jolted from my wayward thoughts when I heard him address me. There wasn’t anger in that voice; there was genuine surprise.
“Umm, well. I was, uh, visiting Jeremy.” My voice was hesitant, and clearly non convincing because I saw him arch an eyebrow upon the mention of his friend's name. I was fucking him, Alexander, but I couldn’t tell you that. Atleast not now.
“What are you doing here?” Crossing my arms over my chest, I tried to ignore that my legs had gone limp at the mere contemplation of his physical beauty. Quietly parting his lips, he shook his head ruefully. What gave?
“I was visiting him too. But…”, his voice was pretty casual, but suddenly I felt his gaze harden after noticing something which I didn’t quite comprehend. “I can give you a ride.” Somehow that didn’t sound like a gentle offer. Rather it rang to me as a premonition that he was going to cut me up with his chain saw if I stepped in his car.
“You'll go without paying him a visit? And what’s the catch?” Intense grey eyes bore into mine, as I saw his jaw harden, enhancing the cheekbones. Why did he look like he would hit me with a pole if I didn’t stop talking? Anger was emanating from his person, even though he uttered no such word that would give away the reason behind his abrupt behaviour change.
“I was going to see him, but I'd rather not. Seems to me like he is preoccupied and probably tired.” My jaw went slack at the contemplation of his harsh words. Did he guess something? If yes, how? I didn’t look like I had fucked someone. I'm sure I didn’t because I wasn’t the nervous, fluttering kind. His tone had slipped far from friendly, to a silent warning whisper. The calm before the storm.
“But..”
“Shut up. Don't utter a single word. Keep silent, and I'll drop you at your place. And about the catch, I'll see to it later. Just shut the fuck up and refrain from speaking as much as you can. And no, don't try to thank me for the ride. You disgust me.”