Emily's POV
That lunatic!
Who did he think he was?!
First, he held me in his arms as if he owned me and looked at me with so much passion and longing; it seemed as if he was solving a math equation and then he freaking acted as if he solved it.
Like he solved what he was trying to.
Like he solved the math problem.
Like he solved.....me.
Then when I started to actually drown in those eyes of his and believe that there was something different about the way he looked at me, he pulled away and acted as if nothing had happened at all.
And then without my permission, oh hell to the permission, WITHOUT ANY FREAKING WARNING, he lifts me up in his arms and makes me sit on the bike. And then speeds off as if there was no tomorrow.
Why did he do that?
He had no right to do that to me.
And William, oh don't you even go there. I was beyond furious right now. First, he made me wait for nothing. Then he offered me a ride.
Yeah, how generous of him.
Then he refuses me.
And I had no problem with it. Not even a single problem.
But then?
That stupid son of his comes into the picture out of nowhere and I certainly have to go with him now.
Wow, life.
Just. Wow.
Now I was holding him as if my life depended on it.
Well, I guess it did at the moment.
My eyes were closed and I had wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my head against his back.
His cologne wasn't helping either I tell you.
I was having this weird tingling feeling all over my body. And yeah, butterflies were partying in my stomach.
Maybe it was because of the fear of sitting on a bike for the first time.
Or.....
No, that was not possible.
I brushed the thought away and concentrated on the fear rather than our proximity.
After 10 minutes, we were outside our houses and I thanked the Gods above that I made it out alive.
Now there was another issue...
The thing was, I had never in my life had been on a bike before.
Now I was wondering how the hell do we get off this thing?
"Cupcake?" the lunatic brought me back to reality.
"Hm?" I replied absentmindedly, still trying to figure this thing out.
"Need help?" he chuckled.
That bastard still had the nerves to laugh "No, I'll manage. Thank. You. Very. Much."
He laughed even more
Ugh! He was just the definition of annoying.
Finally, he got off the bike, with me still sitting on it.
Now instead of helping me out, he sat on the bike with his legs on one side and leaned towards me.
I subconsciously leaned a bit back that caused him to lean more towards me.
He scooted a bit closer so that our faces were merely inches apart. He tucked my loose strands of hair behind my ear and cupped my right cheek with his left hand.
Somehow, I found myself paralyzed again. He locked his eyes with me.
His gaze just made me freeze on my spot.
That is why I hated him more than anything.
He came closer.....closer. Close enough that now I could smell his minty breath and God it was good.
I just sat there, totally frozen. Not moving. Not talking. Heck barely even blinking my eyes.
He didn't move either. His gaze was fixed with mine. One time I swear his eyes flickered to my lips but he quickly looked back up at my eyes again.
I didn't know how much time had passed. A minute, an hour, maybe an eternity?
But I just knew one thing that if I won't pull away soon, I would never be able to pull away again.
But I didn't have the courage to. My body was completely numb. The only sound coming was of my crazy heartbeat.
He leaned towards me more and now his eyes were fixed on my lips.
Oh, God...
Is he going to kiss me?
Why was I excited?
Why was I not stopping him?
Why did I feel like I want this?
Not sure what to do I closed my eyes shut and anticipated his next move.
I was waiting for his lips to touch mine as my heart pumped like crazy.
....
....
....
No, nothing.
I opened my eyes and saw him still intently looking at me.
He then leaned into my ear and whispered in a dark sexy voice, "Goodnight, Cupcake."
A shiver ran down my spine. I was sure that my heart was going to explode any second now.
He stayed there a few seconds as if inhaling my scent and then pulled away.
Still looking me straight into the eyes, he jumped off the bike and then started to hug me. I didn't move a bit though.
No, not hug actually. He carried me by my waist and put me down to the ground.
Yeah Stupid me I quickly looked down before he had a chance to torture me with his eyes again.
I shuffled on my feet, waiting for him to say something.
But you know what he did?
He dragged his bike towards his house, parked it there, opened the door, went inside, and locked it.
Huh?
I was just standing there dumbstruck wondering what just happened with me.
I stood there for a good minute before realizing that I had to go back in.
I quickly walked towards my door, unlocked the door, and ran up to my room without bothering to see where mom was or what was she doing. Or if she was even home.
I crawled under the covers and buried my face in the pillow.
Why are you doing this to me, Noah Black?