Feeling flustered, we make the rest of the drive in silence. Well, Drake and I stay silent. Mandy is still talking away with Reese, but I drown out the noise and stare directly out of my window. I need to calm down.
Once we arrive at the cinema, my nerves are awash with excitement and fear. I know Drake’s going to sit next to me, and I know I won’t be able to concentrate on the film because of him.
Drake still keeps a very possessive hand on mine as we queue up to get the tickets. It seems we are all going in, including Reese and this other guy who’s just joined us. In fact, whoever he is looks kind of cute. He must be new because I’ve never seen him before.
Once our tickets are in hand, Drake turns to the others. “Why don’t you get the drinks? Evelyn and I will meet you in the theatre.”
The two men nod, and Mandy smirks knowingly at me. She probably thinks we’re going to make out. Despite the kind of man he is, Drake has only ever touched my hand, face, and hair. He’s never gone further than that. Well, not until today that is when he brushed his lips with mine. A fire like no other ignited within me when I felt his mouth graze my own. I wanted more. And I hate the fact that I feel this way.
“We’re right at the back,” he says, motioning for me to go up the stairs.
I notice people stare as we walk up. I also notice a couple of people obviously talking about us. I can hazard a guess as to what they’re saying. I wonder if people realise that I’m practically a prisoner—someone who is being held against her will. Even if they did, they would never dare say anything. Mandy was right about one thing. He has killed people. I haven’t seen it with my own eyes luckily, but I’m not stupid. Someone like Drake is not feared unless he’s done something worthy of that fear. I’ve heard the rumours too. I just choose not to gossip about it.
Once we reach the top, Drake points to the chair in the far corner.
Great. Nowhere to hide and nowhere to run. I’m going to be virtually trapped here.
Against my better judgment, I walk over to my seat and sit down. Drake takes his place next to me without taking his hand away from mine. It’s like he fears I’ll run if he does.
“This is nice,” he says, stroking his thumb across my hand. As much as I don’t want to like it, I do. As if things can’t get any worse, the lights dim, and Drake looks across at me with an expression I’ve never seen before. He looks like he wants to kiss me, and for some reason, I want him to.
As if sensing the change in my mood, Drake leans over to whisper, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
My breath hitches, and without meaning to, my eyes travel down to his lips and back up again. I’m not sure, as the sound of a trailer is rather loud in the background, but I could swear I heard him growl. This just makes my cheeks flame. Suddenly, I feel like I’m on fire.
“Like what?” I manage to answer, trying to swallow.
Why is my mouth dry all of a sudden?
Looking down at my lips again and back up, he purposefully moves in closer. “Like you want me to kiss you.”
I can’t say anything. My mouth parts, but no words come out. My breath does, though. I can feel my heart thundering against my chest, and it’s leaving me practically gasping for breath.
His eyes slowly dance over my face, and I lick my lips in anticipation of what he’s about to do next. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you, Evelyn?”
Oh, my! The way he said my name… It was like it was a sweet melody dancing on his tongue.
I try to shake my head—to speak—but nothing seems to happen. It’s like I’m frozen. Held inside by a spell only Drake can cast on me.
Bit by bit, he inches closer, and instead of pulling away, I find myself being pushed towards him. I swallow hard as he comes closer, and I feel when his lips touch mine. Ever so gently, he brushes them with my mouth, and an incoherent sound leaves my lips.
“Evelyn,” he whispers.
I think I’m going to pass out. He doesn’t seem to move. It’s like he wants me to be the one to give into him. I try to resist the temptation to move my mouth, but my body is having other ideas.
Without another thought, I press my lips to his and feel when his breathing hitches along with mine. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me towards him and darts his tongue into my mouth. I moan, grabbing his hair and squeezing him to me.
My word, what has gotten into me? I’m usually trying everything to get away from this man, but now I’m practically cradling his lap and raping that delectable mouth of his.
I find myself in this never-been-in-before zone with Drake. He’s normally my kryptonite, but now I can’t seem to get enough of him. I hate to admit it, but I often fantasised about what it would be like to kiss this man, and now that I’ve felt him, I know it will be harder and harder to resist.