Chapter 9

• "Done," I stammered, still kneeling and looking at him.
• "Thank you, Sam." The sudden gratitude took me by surprise, it sounded so sweet.
• "No problem, Nick," I merely said. After all, it had been my fault.
• "It wasn't, you were just trying to help, you didn't do anything wrong," he said almost in a whisper. I nearly killed the jerk. He was an idiot.
• "Yes, he was."
• I couldn't believe we were having a calm conversation with no aggression from either side.
• Nick was bringing his face close to mine, and this time I wasn't confused by the motion, he was actually getting dangerously close to me. Nick's lips and mine were inches from touching. I was lost, I couldn't react, I didn't know what was happening to me right now. I had never felt this sensation before.
• I had a thought, I wanted him to kiss me, and that excited me. I really wanted him to kiss me, and when I became aware of it, all the nerves in my body that I didn't know existed, began to come alive. Our breathing became faster and deeper. I could feel his warm breath on my face and God, it felt so good. I didn't want to stop.
• "Nick! I'm back," Olivia shouted.
• I instantly pulled away from Nick. I was sure my eyes were about to pop out of my face. What was I about to do?
• "Thanks for hanging out with me this afternoon, I really appreciate it," I headed towards the door and he grabbed my hand. The touch sent an electric current through my body and made me shiver, there was no doubt anymore about why I felt uncomfortable every time he was near me.
• "Do you want to go to Winchester with me? It's a nice place and..." I interrupted him.
• "No, thank you, it's not necessary...
• "I shouldn't be with him anymore."
• "I want to. I insist, please?" He let go of my hand and shrugged as if it wasn't important. I could almost see the corner of his lips twisting.
• I should have said no, but I didn't want to say no. He was being so kind.....
• "Okay, let's go," I agreed with a stupid smile on my face. At that moment I wanted to slap myself, since when did I act like this?
• "You're free on Saturday, right?
• "I should check my schedule to see if I'm free," I rolled my eyes and let out a small huff, joking was the best thing I could do to alleviate the damn condensed air that was infesting this room. Am I the only one dying of heat?
• "Trust me, you will be." He rolled his eyes and smiled at me.
• Why was he doing that all of a sudden? Did he want me to have a heart attack? He noticed my nerves, so he raised the corner of his lip and his eyebrows. Did Nick know the effect he had when he approached me or when he looked at me? I didn't believe it, neither did I until five minutes ago.
• "Nick, didn't you hear me come in?" Olivia asked as she opened the door. Nick quickly moved away from me and when Olivia saw the two of us together her eyes widened. "I thought you two weren't talking."
• "We get along a little better now," he said with a smile.
• "What happened to your mouth?" Olivia yelled like any concerned aunt. Or rather, like an overly concerned aunt.
• "Nothing important, Olivia. Just a jerk."
• "If it's so important, look what I did to your lip!" Olivia exclaimed touching her son's lip causing Nick to wince in pain.
• "I'll leave you alone. I'm going to my room," I informed, slowly backing away.
• "Saturday at 3! How does that sound?" Nick proposed before I entered my room.
• "Sounds good," I confirmed.
• My gaze went to Olivia and I saw there was some hatred in her eyes when she looked at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. She was jealous of her son, great...
• The first thing I did was lie down exhausted. Then I thought about what had happened in Nick's room. What would have happened if Olivia hadn't interrupted us? What was happening to me? Nick was making strange things happen to me. Every time he was near me, my heart would race and I would feel something like a tickle in my stomach...
• It's impossible.
• I'm in love with Martin, even though he hasn't answered my calls or messages for a week, I know he still loves me, he's just hurt because he thinks I slept with someone. He wouldn't let me explain.
• I picked up my phone and called him, I let the phone ring until the voicemail picked up. I left my twentieth message explaining what happened and asking for his forgiveness, but he still didn't answer any.
• Everything was going from bad to worse.