Getting to my room, it was dark from the moonless sky and I manage to find my way to the bed, and turn on the lamp. I grab a chemistry textbook from the drawers in the cabinet which I had forgotten to return back to its rightful place, and make my way over to the bed, and sit up, making myself comfortable as I can. But then, for an unknown reason, I blink up at the study desk where my laptop is to find my gaze locked into an intoxicating orbs of... Nicklaus, who's sitting on the desk, squinting his eyes intently and watching me, that's been struck momentarily death, purposefully as if reading me. I think my heart just jump off within my skin.
"Hi." I begin, stuttering as I don't know where to start. "How did you get in here?"
Like being struck with regaining my senses, I search around the room, looking for every possible way for him to enter; the front door was closed, the windows are closed, plus he can't even climb up here without using a ladder or something relevant... which just leads me to another confusing question.
"Did you climb?"
A ghost of a smile appears slightly on Nicklaus' face and unconsciously, I find myself lost into it. Why does he have this effects on me? It's so unwavering with him being near me. Why is he even here in the first place with his fresh pale skin, covered with an outdoorsy plain blue shirt that hugs him like a second skin, and likewise black jeans....and walking boots, which seems oddly stained with muds. The memories of the kiss doesn't do me any good as my brain reverted back to it; the way his lips had tasted differently than I assume, but more yummy in a term.
"I did not, I climb." Once again, he has a secretive smirk on his face. Well, hadn't he been always secretive? My subconscious is correct truthfully.
"How?" I frown, certainly not satisfied by that answer.
"I bent the air to change the lock of the window, twisted it and with ease, open it from the inside. Then, I jump in." He explains, rather confusing. It's like he explanation has given me more reason to think of more possibilities which only leads to more questions.
"My mind tells me that's not a joke?"
"Does it sound like it?" He ask, his features kept staunch.
I slip off the bed as he walks closer to me, his eyes giving nothing out on his intentions, but only seems to be lurking right into my mind. Get a grip, Rayne. If only it was easier done than said.
"I came here to apologize for being a dork."
Twerp, actually.
"My actions at school wasn't twerp-like." He sounds offended, leaving me with a haywire brain. "I'm sorry that I acted twerp-like. Lydia wanted that fight to happen and due to your emotions you give her way."
I cut in. "How do expect me not to act that way?" I try my best not to blurt the word... jealousy.
"You could have let me explain."
"After you make it clear that you don't do the girlfriend thing or whatever you had called it?" My voice is a bit raised, so I lower it sharply into whispers. "I think you should go."
"If you wanted me to leave, you wouldn't think it." He says. Technically, he's right. I don't want him to leave. Damn, he's hot...so handsome. I regret looking at that vibrant blue eyes that seems to brighten even in the dark.
"Until, I'm forgiven I won't leave."
"What are you?" The question came out before I can hold it. "Is this how people ask for forgiveness? Nope. My parents are home, so you've got to leave. Now."
Nicklaus doesn't bulge with the way I've talked. With few steps, I'm directly in front of him, making sure not to look him in the eye, and push him on his arm. The resulting feeling got me spinning in a spring of electrical surge-like shock that jolt me up inwardly. I drop my face to conceal the blushes that creams my cheeks.
"Leave." My voice is husky and raspy. Nicklaus raises a brow, as if knowing the thoughtful battles I'm facing internally.
"Rayne." He says with an hint of concern, a part of his voice I've been longing for since I left the hospital last night. I blink up at him, staring into his blue orbs.
Without any further ado, Nicklaus is leaning closer to me, and he's staring at my lips — I think it's all in my head —and he's holding me at the sides of my arms by his hefty, muscular hands...and is closing every space there is between us...and by breath is quickening into a raspy kind...and my heart is accelerating in anticipation of tasting those pink lips of his again... and finally, his lips are on mine in a lips-to-lips kiss, before his hand walks up to my jaw, and raises my face heavenwards to meet his towering height...and then, my lips are parting for him as he starts to deepen the kiss, changing it into an ardent tongue-to-tongue kiss where I close my eyes in imaginations of what his presence does to me, but then, everything seems to reverse when Nicklaus pulls back and releases me. Connected back to my senses of self-consciousness, I stop myself from pouting and making low whines in unhappiness. Nicklaus shares me a thin-lipped, very-secretive smile that reached his eyes.