Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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“Okay, sir,” the servant responded, her voice muffled yet clear enough to confirm she’d heard him. Moments later, the faint sound of retreating footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing softer until they disappeared entirely.
1 stiffened, realizing where she was probably headed. My room. Damn it!
Kaiden’s gaze flicked back to me, his brow arching sharply, questions already pooling in his hazel eyes. “Now…” he drawled, his voice slow and deep. “Can I finally get the answer? What. Are. You. Doing. Here?”
I swallowed hard, the lump of unease in my throat growing heavier under his piercing stare. My mind scrambled for a response, but words felt clumsy on my tongue. “I… um… I… need your help,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
His brow lifted higher, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth making me instantly regret every decision that had led me here. “My help?” he echoed, drawing out the words as if tasting the absurdity of them. “Since when did Lucy the Great and Powerful need my help?”
I narrowed my eyes, heat creeping up my neck as his teasing words cut deeper than I cared to admit. “Haha! Was that supposed to be a joke?” I shot back, crossing my arms defensively. “Because if it was, I hate to break it to you–it wasn’t funny.”
Kaiden’s smirk deepened, his hazel eyes glinting with a blend of amusement and curiosity as if he were savoring my discomfort like it was his morning coffee. “Ouch,” he said mockingly, pressing a hand over his chest like I’d just stabbed him with my words. “You wound me.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool, though the twitch of a smile betrayed me. “By the way,” I said, raising an eyebrow, “speaking of wounds…”
Reaching into the pocket of my jeans, I pulled out the crumpled packet of pain relief patches and held it out to him. “I need your help to put this on my back,” I announced, straightening my posture and looking dramatically up at the ceiling, as if granting him a monumental honor.
Kaiden’s smirk didn’t waver as he glanced down at the crumpled packet in my hand, then back at me, and again at the patches, his hazel eyes dancing with amusement. He let the silence linger, his brows quirking ever so slightly with every glance, as if he were trying to process the absurdity of my request.
Finally, he broke the silence with a soft chuckle, his tone dripping with playful disbelief. “You… you seriously want me to do this? Like, actually?”
“Yeah,” I replied with a nonchalant shrug, doing my best to act as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “You helped me yesterday, too. So… what’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is that,” he said, leaning back slightly with an exaggerated air of mock seriousness, “yesterday, I insisted. And today, you’re the one requesting my help.”
His eyes narrowed, the smirk stretching wider. “And that, dear Lucy, is a significant shift in dynamics. Don’t you think?”
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms with an exaggerated huff. “Oh, please. “That‘ is nothing. You just happen to be the safest option for me to ask for help,” I said, my tone laced with mock indifference.
Kaiden’s chuckle was soft, but the teasing glint in his hazel eyes made it clear he wasn’t going to let this slide. It was as if he thrived on pushing every button I didn’t even know I had.
“You don’t want to help me?” I asked, arching a brow as I turned toward the door, feigning nonchalance. “Fine. It’s no big deal. I’ll just ask Barbara at school. Sure, it’ll hurt for a while, but I’ll manage.” My voice was deliberately dramatic as I began to take a step forward.
Before I could get far, his fingers curled around my arm, firm yet gentle, and I froze. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt up
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my spine, though I quickly buried the thought.
“Stop,” he said, his voice low but steady, carrying an authority that left no room for argument.
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I turned my head just enough to catch the resigned expression on his face as he sighed and plucked the patches from my
hand.
“Ill help you,” he muttered, as if admitting defeat.
He tilted his head, gesturing for me to turn around. “Come on. Show me your back,” he added, the playful edge in his voice softening just enough to feel genuine.
For a moment, I hesitated, suddenly hyperaware of the vulnerability of the situation. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as if the walls themselves were closing in. But with a deep breath and an immense amount of courage, I brushed my hair aside and turned my back to him. My fingers trembled at my sides, betraying the calm I tried so hard to maintain.
Behind me, the soft crinkle of the packet being opened broke the silence, followed by the almost imperceptible sound of his breath. His presence was closer now, his warmth brushing against me like a whispered promise. My heart, reckless and loud, drummed an unsteady rhythm, each beat louder than the last as if it was preparing me for something inevitable.
Then, I felt it–the slight tug of his fingers at the hem of my t–shirt. He was careful, almost hesitant, as if testing the waters before lifting it.
But before he could go any further—
“STOP!” The word burst from me, sharp and loud, startling both of us. I didn’t even realize I had said it until the sound hung awkwardly in the air.
“What happened now?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion. I could feel his eyes on me, burning with curiosity, but I couldn’t turn to meet them.
I swallowed hard, a lump of nervousness settling in my throat. My mind scrambled for an explanation, but nothing made sense–not even to me. “I…” The words faltered, and I took a shaky breath. “I don’t know.”
And that was the truth. I really didn’t know why I stopped him, why the thought of his hands against my skin sent a rush of fear through me–fear not of him, but of myself.
Because deep down, I saw the future. The future that… if I let him touch me, even for something as innocent as this, I wouldn’t be able to draw the line. It was as if one simple touch would tether me to him in ways I wasn’t ready to face, ways I wasn’t sure I could handle.
And that realization terrified me at that moment, instinctively telling me to stop him.
To be continued…
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