Page 25 of Those That Don't Exist
The question halts my tirade.I mean, I was thinking about killing David, but I’m not about to give that information up.
“Of course I was! It’s what happens when two people lean in to make their lips meet.” I try hard to look confident, standing a little straighter, brushing a lock of hair off my shoulder. I see a flash of emotion across his face, a momentary tick of his jaw, was that jealousy?
“Then I apologise for disrupting your evening. Forget you ever saw me.” He turns to leave but suddenly my fear of him turns into fear he’s going to disappear and for some reason I don’t want him too. In another burst of emotion I grab his arm, spinning him round, which seems to take him by surprise.
“You can’t just go. Now you’re here, and talking, you can explain why you’ve been turning up everywhere. I want to know if you’re watching me, following me.” I jab my finger at his chest, not quite making contact.
“I can’t answer that.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“But you’re not denying it?” I push.
He shrugs, which infuriates me once more.
“Maybe I should report you for stalking, and assault,” I spit at him, raising my hands in frustration.
“Don't do that,” he fires back as he shoves me back against the fence, one of his hands at my throat. My fingers immediately wrap around his coat sleeve, struggling to grasp it in my panic.
My emotions around this guy have more twists and turns than I can keep up with.
“You can’t tell anyone.” He bears down on me. “You don’t know what the consequences are, please.”
The last word is an honest plea but how fucking cryptic can he get? I stare at him, his gaze boring down into mine. For asecond, it’s like I’m looking past the predator and into a world of pain and hurt. I want to soothe this beast, I want to unlock all his secrets.
“Who are you?” I repeat again. My hands having stilled.
“Stop asking me that,” he practically growls.
“Can’t I even know your name?” With his face so close I can make out his features fully once more. He really is beautiful, even in anger. Tanned skin, dark stubble and hair, all of which make his eyes more piercing. He closes them momentarily, his grip at my throat pulsing tighter for a second. The possessiveness of it should scare me more than it does. But another part of me likes his hands on me.
The heat from his fingers warms my entire body. His touch feels grounding. It feels like I can breathe easier despite the tension rolling off of him, and the fact he could cut off my air supply with a slight tightening of his grip.Gods, what's happening to my mind this evening?
“Fine,” he sighs, “my name is Ty.” He reopens his eyes and there’s a blazing fire in his pupils.
Ty. I roll it round in my head, committing it to all the memories I already have of him.
“Nice to meet you, Ty,” I breathe, some sarcasm bleeding through considering our current position. My fear has once again abated although I can feel my own pulse rapidly fluttering against his fingers.
“You too, Aurora.”
Fucking hell. A wave of heat rolls across me as he purrs my name. I like the way he says it way too much. That heat settles deep between my thighs.
Wait a second.
“You know my name?” I say, although it comes out much more of a whisper than I intended. His hand at my throat slidesup my neck an inch, it feels more like a caress than a threat at this point.
“Stalker, remember?” His lips twitch into a playful smirk.Fuck, if that’s not an admission I don’t know what is. And fuck if his smirk doesn’t make my stomach flutter with another emotion.And how have we gone from threats to this… whatever this fucked up kind of flirting is. I can’t stop the slight chuckle I make.
“I’m not likely to forget, you’ve been following me like a shadow these last few weeks.” Always there but not touchable.
“Months,” he corrects. I visibly see some tension leave his body like he’s settled some internal battle and decided to be more open with me.
“Months?” I ask.
“Yes. Since the summer.” Does he mean the accident? Does he know about that? “Were you going to just kiss him?” He repeats his earlier question again, changing the subject before I can respond.
“You first, what are you?” I say slowly, insistently.
“I can’t tell you. Not if I’m wrong here.” Ty hesitates over his words. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, making my eyes roam down his frame again. Even under the thick clothes I can tell how strong he is.
