"Why are you whining?" I asked, somewhat managing to keep a straight face. If she asked me, this situation was nothing that couldn't be handled. However, she still didn't have enough experience. "Hey, you can do it." I told her, hoping she would look at me, but all I saw was some rage behind her eyes, making that green look somewhat even more intense and defied that it already was. "What?! With your help? You don't give a tiny rat's ass Christian! Why would you?!" She was quick to bark back, quick to say word after word in seconds, and that adrenaline pumping through her veins was clear. That anger in her eyes showed it all.. The little dimples on her cheeks showed from how fast she talked, and it was crazy how her dark pink lips could take your attention in seconds.. However, the only thing I focused on in that moment was her oh so colorful vocabulary. She thought I didn't give a fuck, but she chose quite the words to express that. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my throat. I looked on the side, but it was already too late to hide it. I knew it only got her angrier. "And now you're laughing! Great. I don't even know why the fuck I'm telling you this." There it was. The princess said the f word. Not so hard.. But, yea, she was right.. I shouldn't have laughed. I knew she was sensitive and vulnerable at that point, and I was only topping it. I saw her hair fly on the side as she turned to walk away, but something got into me in that moment. "Hey, wait, Lana."I managed to grab her by her arm before she had the chance to completely turn around, and I wasn't exactly sure why I cared if my reaction insulted her or now.. She flipped her hair again, the brown color having that goldish shin underneath the gray sky, and those eyes never seemed wider and more furious. She wiped the smile off my face as fast as she caused it. "No, let go." She protested for a second, but my grip was light and she managed to pull away. "You don't,- You don't get it Christian!" She made movements with her hands the whole time, clenched her fists, then released them.. It was quite interesting to watch her. "Why do you even ask, when,-" Her expressions changed, her eyes wide, her lashes fluttered, and her lips were enchanting to admire.. I didn't even realize she interrupted herself before I heard her speak again. "Stop!" Her voice slightly cracked as she spoke, somewhat managing to snap me out of whatever was going through my head. "What?" "Stop looking me like that!" My brain barely registered her words.. All I saw was her standing there in front of me, with her fists on her sides, and all I could think was, I had never seen someone so fearless stand in front of me. For her words and her constant comments, she seemed too gentle, with soft lines on her face and neck, and wide green eyes that seemed to be dominating her whole face. Her lips seemed smaller but plump with a cherry pink color that made them seem like wild strawberries. Her cheekbones slightly glowed underneath the soft light, and even though her hair was unkempt, her soft wavy locks still shone with each move she made.. "Like what?" I managed to let out a word or two, but the confusion in her eyes had already disappeared and there was something else hiding there.. The anger softened, and the emerald color seemed to be dimmed with a darker forest green.. She was supposed to look ridiculous from how frustrated she got with me when she was angry at someone that wasn't even near, but the girl held such dignity even in those moments, and I seemed to be attracted to something so simple yet powerful. Maybe it was the pain that lived in my bones, the broken pieces I saw that reminded me so much of.. Someone long ago. It was supposed to go away, but I kept seeing reflections, sometimes of myself, sometimes of her. There was no bigger difference with Lana, but she held something that made her look so foolish, beautiful, lost and fearless at the same time.. Perhaps the fact that she refused to show it.. Show anything that was going on with her. In her. It made me want her like I had never wanted anything else in my life. That chaos of my emotions in that moment came rushing back so fast, it made me lost, confused, and it just deepened the agony of not having something I seemed to crave so strongly. I wanted to have her, cherish her, protect her, sooth her, all at once. All in that once fucking moment. She seemed lost in her own thoughts, and looked at me in those few seconds like no one had ever looked at me before.. Wild, pure and raw. Enchanting. "Just,-" I heard her voice in a second, but it seemed muted along with the rest of my thoughts. And just like I was trying to mute some kind of a noise in my head, I pulled her closer. I don't even remember moving, but in the next second when I came to some consciousness, she was in my arms and I could feel the lines of her waist underneath my hands, the softness of her lips against mine. It was a plain gesture I never exactly understood. Had no meaning whatsoever.. But it soothed something in me in that moment like nothing else could. It was quick, and unfinished, and enough to somewhat stop something that burned inside me, fade it somehow.. It was only a second when I pulled away and had her quiet and staring back at me with confusion in her eyes. I thought that perhaps I should've just walked away, kept it to myself, but the pressure couldn't come to release. I thought that perhaps I scared her, and I caused confusion.. But she seemed to be feeling a different kind of confusion and shock. A beat passed.. Two.. I wanted to move away, but I was glued to my spot, so close to her, yet never having enough from that picture of her face, her lips slightly parted, her eyes searching mine and furrowed eyebrows that confirmed nothing but surprise. A terribly strong attention and somewhat understanding.. But no matter how much I thought it would be a surprise to see a gesture from her even similar to mine, I was wrong. When she moved towards me, desperately quick as she inhaled a sharp breath, I didn't feel shock at all.. I wasn't sure I felt anything other than that war of emotions in my chest, mixed thoughts in my brain. My senses were numb and when she pressed her lips back against mine, it felt nothing but relief. Like breathing air again after being under water.. She seemed desperate for some kind of answer, almost like she was checking or making somethings sure.. But it wasn't like before.. Nothing like that. Faster, deeper, hungrier.. Feeling her hands move up my chest made me feel as if there was something else flowing through my veins. Nothing new, but so unfamiliar, it felt as if something exploded in my chest. With her lips moving against mine, quick and unfinished, just like a simply plain gesture, but at the same time, that need was the crystal clearest. First she looked at me with such light in her eyes, confusion and spark, then kissed me as if I were the air that filled her lungs. And I forgot my very existence.. Just a plain gesture.. A complete control of emotions, but hunger that brought us together that night. And feast that brought us back. *** "You should've seen the way her was looking at you while you were out." - "How?" "Like you were the ocean and he was desperate to drown." -Michelle Hodkin