I must be imagining it, because the Vaughn I know would never be either of those things.
“Just checking to see if you’re watching where you’re going.” I mask my inner disturbance with a grin, because seriously, my brain still hasn’t told me what the actual fuck is going on.
I mean it, brain. What the actual fuck?
I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I’d found Vaughn’s muscles or lips…fascinating?
Interesting?
Arousing?
Whatever it is kind of gave me a strange, titillating feeling when I fought Vaughn earlier today. It’s why I held him against my chest and demanded he tap out while keeping my lower half as far away as possible.
Let’s say it didn’t help that his skin flushed a bit, and I was so utterly fascinated by the way his shirt stretched across his chest, how his abs flexed, and how he wore my blood so well.
Nikolai killed the feeling when I fought him, thank fuck, but I was still disturbed.
I’m even more unsettled now, because why the fuck do I keep wanting to peek at his lips?
“You’re the one who bumped into me.” He points a finger at my chest.
His finger isonmy chest.
The stupid discomfort floods my lungs until I can’t breathe.
It hurts.
Not because of the bruises Dad gifted me, but due to the spark of electricity that races through me, then surges and heightens.
All of a sudden, it’s like an earthquake that crumbles all of my insides.
I instinctively push back, wincing, because the lack of contact stopped the electricity, but it didn’t stop the pain.
The fuck?
Vaughn visibly cringes, taking a step back and shoving a hand in his pocket.
He’scringingat touching me?
Fire erupts at the bottom of my stomach, and I don’t understand why.
This asshole has always seen me as someone who’s beneath him. A freaking rock in his shoe.
He ignores me most of the time and calls me names when he doesn’t.
Irresponsible.
Chaotic
Unclean.
Imbecile.
Waste of space.
Those are a few of the colorful words he’s used to describe me. So this shouldn’t feel any different. He’s cringed at my actions more times than I can count, and I gave him the metaphorical middle finger as I repeated those actions just to spite him.
So why the fuck is itburningnow?
