He looks bothered by this guy, and that is why his attention is not directed at me today.
What's with him? He turns to me, finally, after having had enough of Daniel. "What you talking about with that guy?"
Ah, so he saw us? Or was he watching us? "How long were you watching us?" I query.
He gives me a quizzy glare, cocking his eyebrow. "I didn't say I was watching you. I arrived a moment ago and found you in a serious dialogue with that guy and to give you some time to finish whatever you were talking about." He finishes explanation, but I don't know why I am laughing at him.
Don’t tell me he does not know how to lie. I mean, his idioms are so contracted to his .
"What's funny?" He asks, his voice sounding more husky than it has ever sounded.
I jolted my back off my car and approached him while still laughing hysterically. I my arms around his neck. This is how free and fond we have grown of each , and I am starting to feel things that I shouldn't be feeling. Not because I am in any way. I am past that jerk and that treachery, but my heart still worries . I have a deep, compelling urge to mark him. To claim him. To have him all to . It is strange, and all too soon. A month is too soon to feel this way for a guy.
I quit laughing because I am annoying him further, and sometimes I don’t like seeing pissed off. "You just look amusing acting this way," I say, caressing his neck.
He takes a long blink, and as he peels his eyes, he takes out the anger that is building him in a deep breath. "Acting how?" He asks, pulling me to him and encircling my .
He is calming down. I know how to work my way around him. He is too easy to , and he is also too easy to annoy. I love how I have an effect on him. I am well of how to handle him in all situations. "Jealous?" I mutter, kissing his sugar lips before pulling away to look into sexy his eyes.
"Jealous? Of that monkey? No way! I know you can't abandon this beauty for that.
Did you see his nose and lips?" he asks, forming a pooplike face.
No, really, I had to crack my ribs at his banter. I concur that the guy is not so pleasing, he is making him look like a real monkey. "You are too full of yourself, aren't ?" I asked after laughing.
He wiggles his head with pride. "That I am. I know nobody can allure you the way I . And if anyone dares, I will break their jaws so that they will have nothing to you with. Or perhaps dismantle their ugly faces," He states, sounding too like a possessive beast. I can feel his grip tightening on my waist, making me . It is like he pauses an indirect memo. He seems to be possessing me and me know in some way.
"Too possessive, huh!" I state, fighting the catastrophe of emotions erupting in . Am I falling for him? This can't be possible! It is too soon. Too soon!
And besides, we have never talked about anything deeper than sex and the ordinary we do. This can’t be happening.
And him? The way he is looking at me, the way his hand are tightening around my , the way he is breathing, the way he is acting... why is it all confusing? What is ? Is anything happening?
He leans in in slow, suggestive way, capturing my lips in a kiss that lasts for a whole . Just sealing out lips together. No movements at all. Everything remains still that long moment. Not even our breath is heard. I even doubt he is breathing, just I am not. We savor the beautiful moment until he entangles our lips.
He lifts his hand to my chin, caging it between his thumb and index finger, our eyes . I am still confused about what message he is putting across and what he is . Until he speaks, "For what is mine, Ellie, I guard tooth and nail!" He states,
Low but deep—so deep. There is not a slight trace of a smile on his face, nor a tinge jokes in his acold, raw tone. It seems like a statement he was seriously putting , not just for me but for the whole world to know.
And hit in a different way.
What is his? Me? Am I his? Since when?
"When did you own me?" I ask, confused and yet feeling like number one to be his. I would be the happiest if it turned out that the memo was just the way hit me. To have Damian Almeda. Calling him mine! How that would feel is I can only imagine.
"The fact that I am not screwing another bitch because of you is enough reason to you mine. So you better tell that jerk and everyone else to back off, my dear Ellie!"
A war is about to break in me—a war of emotions. Actually, it has already broken. A wave of a combo of emotions sweeps all over me as I stare at him, mulling the authenticity of his words as they roam like a heavy cloud in my head. I feel at his cold words, and yet I am melting in his arms, like I always do, but it is all on higher notch today. I feel special, scared, and confused at the same time. I feel like one, like he said, just for the simple reason that he does not have another bitch.
I am his queen for now. His possessiveness tops my glee. I feel so hot.
"Is that clear?" he asks coldly in a low, broken tone, and I can't help but nod my head he whispers, smooching my ear with his thumb and impairing my vision with his eyes.