Chapter 62 WHEN OUR LIPS MET
~ Elara ~
I suck in a breath before knocking on Calvin’s door, my heart rate increasing as my nerves rise.
" Come in." His usual deep voice mutters and I chew my lip nervously as I slowly open the door.
The room was dimly lit, and I fan my eyes over the room until they land on Calvin who was leaned back on the couch, his face covered in fresh blood.
I stand there, my lips parted in shock at the sight of him. He looked beat up, bad.
"Y…your all bloody." I say, holding my stuff closer to me as I stay a good distance away. By good distance I meant staying near the door.
"Come here." He says, his eyes watching me carefully from where i stood. I widen my eyes, pointing to myself before noticing I was the only one he could be talking to.
Swallowing the lump in my throat I slowly walk up to Calvin , stopping when I'm standing in front of his sat down frame on the couch.
" W...what do you want?" I whisper, shifting in my spot at the way he'd been looking at me.
" Clean this up for me." He says, pointing to his face. I purse my lips in contemplation, but decide to be the nice one seeing he must've been in pain.
I nod my head, hesitantly walking towards the bathroom where all the first aid kits had been in the same place.
I also grab a small cloth, wetting it with warm water before preparing myself for what I'd have to do.
I walk up to Calvin whose eyes looked darker than usual as he watched me.
" Aren't you going to sit?" He asks me, and I feel myself flush red as I look at the spot next to him on the couch.
"O...on the couch?" I ask nervously.
" You can come on my lap if you don't want the couch." Calvin says, a smirk playing on his face. I feel my entire face heat up at his words before quickly sitting on the couch beside him.
"N...no, this is fine." I say, avoiding eye contact with him as I fold the towel smaller.
I had to get closer to clean the blood off his face.
I look down at the towel in my hands, taking a deep breath in before looking back up and moving to sit closer to Calvin.
I could feel his burning eyes on mine in every direction I moved as if his eyes had magnets on me.
Calvin’s eyes weren't exactly helping my situation as I moved the warm towel up to his face, carefully cleaning the blood on his face.
My face had been only inches from his own. I could nearly hear my loud heartbeat, hoping he couldn't hear it.
Calvin flinches all of a sudden, and I quickly move the towel away from his face.
"S.sorry." I mumble, before bringing the towel back up and continuing to wipe the blood clean from his face.
" How did this happen?" I ask, still avoiding eye contact with him as I move to the other side of his face.
" A little accident." He says lowly, his deep voice sounding closer to me from our proximity.
"Y.you get into a lot of those." I mutter, finishing up with the towel as I open the first aid kit to get out ointment for the cuts.
"You'll need to help me more often then."
He utters and I look up at him through my lashes just for him to already be looking at me.
I quickly avert my eyes back down to the ointment, putting some on a q-tip before applying it onto the cut.
"O... only this once." I mumble as I apply the ointment over all his cuts.
I'm about to move my hand down to get more of the ointment but Calvin’s hand grabs my wrist, preventing me from moving my hand down.
I look up at him, my eyes wide as I nervously look into his eyes that gazed down to my lips. My heart was nearly about to beat out of my chest.
It felt like we'd only moved closer to each other, and I hadn't even noticed. I feel my breath hitch when Calvin’s cold hand moves to push a strand of my hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my jaw as they left a burning trail on my skin.
"Do I make you nervous?" His voice mumbles near my ear, sending shivers to travel down my body.
My eyes look up at him as I slowly shake my head no. We both knew I was lying though.
What kind of feeling was this, why did I feel like I was on fire? Why did I feel something weird in the pit of my stomach? Why was my heart beating so fast?
My heart beat fast around wayne, but this time it felt weird.
His lips were inches away from my own. I could feel his minty breath fan across my face, his fingers on my jaw, bringing my face closer to his own.
What was happening to me?
In the back of my head, I wanted him to just move his lips onto mine, but I knew this wasn't okay, this shouldn't be happening.
He was dangerous, I'm supposed to stay away from him.
" Calvin" I whisper out, my breath hitching at our distance.
"Belle." He replies.
Before I can even think I feel Calvin’s lips on me, my entire body filling with warmth at the sudden contact.
No
The sound of my heart beat only grew louder, and before I could realize it my lips were moving on their own as I kissed him back.
His lips were warm on my own, and brought feelings to my body I'd never felt before. Usually when someone touched me I was crying, or trying to fight them away.
I'm going crazy. What am I doing?!
Before the kiss deepens I quickly push myself away as I breathe out. My face flushed red from what just happened and my lips parted in shock.
"I...I.no." I say, my finger moving up to my lips as I look at Calvin who had his eyebrows furrowed.
" No?" He says, watching me carefully.
"T... that wasn't supposed to happen." I whisper to myself, quickly standing up from the couch as I try to control my watery eyes.
I'd just given my first kiss to Calvin Conner. What was I thinking? Why did I go against everything I told myself not to do?
" Why not?" Calvin asks, watching me as I grab my stuff. I didn't even care about the stupid project anymore.
"II don't want anything to do with you." I nervously utter out, feeling my eyes water even more.
" Oh yeah?" He says, watching me with amusement.
"L.let's just pretend it never happened." I whisper out.
Calvin raises his brow in amusement, his body leaned back into the couch now and a dark look in his eyes.
" Cherry chapstick?" He says, and I feel myself flush red, my eyes wide at his bluntness.
The last thing I see is Calvin’s small smirk, his eyes swirling with amusement at me before I turn around with my stuff and walk as quickly I as I could out of that room.
This was bad. Really bad.
I only had one option left.
And that was to completely ignore Calvin , avoid him every minute and every second of the day.
I didn't want to be involved with him and his dangerous weapons. I told myself that at the beginning and look what I've done.
I feel warm tears fall down my cheek as I walk out of the room feeling guilty.
I tried pushing away the thoughts of how the kiss felt, how his hands made my stomach swirl in nervousness, how his lips set a flame in me I never even knew existed, how his voice sent shivers through my body.
I had to forget it all.