“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine!” He shouted ripping his hand away and fisting it by his side as if disgusted with himself.
“I could have hurt you!”
“But you didn’t.” I said softly taking the tentative steps needed to bring me directly in front of him.
“Keira, if I hurt you, I…well, I just couldn’t…”
“I know but just stop.” I said interrupting his tortured thoughts as I couldn’t stand hearing them any longer.
“You have to give me some answers here Draven, what’s going on?” I asked softly. His hand came up to cup my cheek and it pained me to watch as he hesitated before touching me.
“I can’t give you answers yet, because I don’t know them myself but I promise…I promise you…”He said this leaning into me and touching his forehead to mine before continuing,
“…I will not rest until I find out, for nothing will ever stop me from touching you.” I sucked in a quick breath at hearing his confession and closed my eyes as the emotions swept over me.
“Isn’t she breathtaking?” Sophia said walking into the dressing room and we broke away from each other as the moment was stolen from us. It was one of those times when I wanted to scream for it back. I wanted to rewind time and make every second count in a way that was filled with the words I needed to hear. But no matter how supernatural my secret world was it still didn’t have the ability to change the past and turn back time.
However, it was now that I got my first real look at Draven and what he was wearing, causing me to blurt out,
“We match?!”
“Impeccable timing as always, Sophia.” Draven snapped as he walked past her out of the room and out of sight. To be honest I couldn’t say I fully blamed him for his sudden foul mood. It seemed every time we were having a moment it seemed to be robbed from us before it had chance to develop into something more. I knew there was something Draven was trying to tell me and the only thing that stopped me from pinning him down and demanding to know was my ultimate fear. One that would mean the end.
What if he was really trying to find a way to tell me once and for all this could never happen? But surely if that was truly the case then what about all the flirting? What about all the times he had referred to the past and how he felt? Did he still feel the same or were these the subtle hints something he wanted me to see a deeper meaning into?
Oh God it was just so frustrating not knowing but instead of voicing any of my fears the only thing I found myself saying was just a repeat,
“Why do we match?” to which Sophia burst out laughing and did nothing to provide me with an answer. No, instead I just followed her out of the dressing room and out through a series of rooms which were obviously in her side of the house. It was only when she opened the last set of double doors that I knew we were back into the main part of the house as the décor changed back from girly style to classical 16th Century Renaissance.
And there stood Draven in all his masterful glory.
In fact the room was full of everyone ready for this ball but my eyes took in only one man. I hadn’t been lying minutes ago saying we matched but obviously not in the sense that Draven had lost the supernatural plot and was now wearing a dress. No but what he was wearing made me want to sink to the floor and drool whilst begging him to take me to some forbidden island where no one would ever find us.
He wore a black and silver double breasted waistcoat that was the exact same material of my under skirt. To this he’d added a deep purple cravat and a black shirt with billowing sleeves that reminded me of a time long past. The same silver buttons on his waistcoat matched his cufflinks that held his family crest. His black trousers were tighter than his usual tailored suits but this was so he could wear the thick leather boots that came up to just below his knees and they reminded me of Jane Austin’s time.
He reminded me of some sexy buccaneer with the cutlass sword he had hanging at his side. Hence this was why the first thing out of my mouth when seeing him was blurted out without a filter.
“I like your sword.” Hearing this made him smirk down at me.
“Oh do you now?” He said taking the last step to me and scanning my body like a hungry lion would a defenceless gazelle. I laughed at his rude thoughts and found myself just happy he no longer looked as angry as when we were interrupted moments ago.
“Behave.” I said first having to clear my throat so it didn’t sound quite as breathy.
“With how enchanting you look tonight, I know behaving just won’t be possible.” He replied before taking my hand and kissing the back of it as he bowed slightly at the waist. I blushed and gave him a little nod in thanks not knowing what else to say. But in the end no words were needed as we merely shared a heated look that said it all. There was more passion and fire in that simple touching of hands to leave no doubts that we hadn’t lost one shred of desire for each other. No, if anything that fire just burned brighter, only now it seemed that I was the one who could get burnt from it.