Yes. His frost cold eyes meet mine in the mirror and I can very well see that god-damned smirk on his face. He's wearing a nice shirt that thoroughly compliments his skin. And I am wearing...
Shit... M wearing only my skin .
My hands dive to my naked breasts and I cup them hurriedly. His grating low laughter does little to mask my embarrassment.
"I guess no woman in this school is spared the irksome discomfort of your disappearing stunts " I mutter gratingly.
"Lupine Teleportation " His tongue dances to my neck. I swallow. "And there is only one woman that piques my fancy".
"Good for you" My voice is dry. "I hope you find her soon. In four days precisely. The Blood Moon. "
His face clouds. His claws flash . Meanwhile I grit my teeth at this invasion of privacy. Good invasion. Because my legs are buckling silently and my wicked tormenting heart is doing an impromptu cartwheel.
God. What if like Beth, I have become Dick-chanted. Hell no. Breathe, Night Carter. Last night was only a drunk one night stand.
Then why the fuck am I contemplating the horrific idea of skipping brunch and riding on some veiny hard dick. Specifically, the veiny hard dick of a certain irksome glass eyed freaking werewolf. Who is standing right behind me. Admiring my naked ass.
"It is actually the tattoo I'm admiring" Jordan's voice breaks into my thoughts while his hands spread the length and breath of the Raven tattoo sitting on my bare back.
Well fuck that shitty Mindcraft.
"Obviously" I snort "Now that Michael didn't kill you, I am once more to be haunted by another of your burdensome Lupine abilities ".
"Lucky you" He sneers, his hands threading lightly on my back. I am trying to ignore the goosebumps. I am failing.
"How is ....he by... the way". I stutter. Like a damn idiot.
"Alive. " Jordan's hands move to my collar bone. My weak hands release my breasts and I watch my treacherous nipples harden. "Tending to a few scratches and a couple of wounds."
"That fight was damn nasty." My voice is frail. Too frail. "I'm glad he's not too hard up".
"I rarely aim to kill" Jordan's voice is hushed. Almost a whisper. His hand thread to my right breast and he squeezes just enough for me to gasp "I always aim to please."
"Wise choice" I swallow. My breath hot. My face flushed. And my thighs feeling like they weren't mine anymore. "What caused the fight anyways". His hand drift to my left nipple.
A couple of hours in bed instead of a tedious brunch does not seem like a bad idea after all.
"Something that should not bother your pretty head". Is it just me or does his voice sound like music.
The ringing of my phone puts a lid atop my distracted thoughts and much more distracted heart. I groan at this unwanted interruption. Urrghh.
Jordan shrugs listlessly and walks to Beth's bed where he deposits himself with all the self confidence in the world.
"Hi" Cassidy's voice is bright. Too bright. Imperfect timing, I want to scream at her but instead I wrap my protest into a semi scowl.
"Hi Cass" My voice is as flat as the floor. Suddenly self conscious, I yank the sheets off my bed and wiggle into it. Jordan is pretending to admire the invisible paintings on the wall.
"You are twenty minutes late already. Principal Scavenger is about to begin his speech"
"I am already on my way " I lie without one ounce of remorse.
"And for God's sake don't show up in a ridiculous oversized shirt" Cass has passed the phone to Peach and Peach's voice had a biting edge. I wince hopelessly. This is the point where I realize my wardrobe choices seem like a disaster to my friends.
"I could try an undersized one this time around" I manage to say.
"Try hot"
When the line clicks off, I sigh tiredly.
"Oh please don't rivert to that infamous grief-stricken countenance of a Death Magian". Jordan says dryly and I am reminded once more of his presence.
"Too bad I am afterall a Death Magian" I retort testilly.
"I am very much aware of that tragic fact"
"Asides from being a pain in my ass, why else are you here".
Jordan snorts "To save your ass as usual "
"Lucky Me" I roll my eyes. "Now can you pop out same way you popped in. Its clearly obvious I got somewhere to be ".
"Not so fast, my Dark Magian " Jordan is suddenly a few feet away from me, stretching a DiorVache gift bag towards me.
"What is that" I stare blankly at him .
"A little something to remedy your wardrobe inconvenience " He smirks .
I hesitantly grab the bag from him even if my curiosity was at its peak. I deposit the contents of the bag unto my bed. My eyes widen.
A new pair of shoes. A stunning short white DiorVache gown. My favorite cologne, DiorVache Scents . And a pair of gold earrings.
"Well you can be such a darling when you are not being a bastard". I am wondering how to work my face into the correct amount of nonchalance even if all I want to do is smother Jordan Files in a tight grateful hug and plaster cute little kisses on his cute little face. Well I smother the treacherous thought instead.
Jordan is now only a half centimeter away from me, his frosty eyes stay on mine and his hands are on the sheets I'm wrapt in as if he wants to unwind it. I take a step back while my chest constricts.
"As always, I aim to please" His lips touch my ears. A lump rise in my throat. "I will see you at brunch."
"I hope not" I snort .
"You dare not" His tongue sends shivers down my neck. "Night Persephone Carter".
"You sound just like my mother" I cringe.
"What happened last night..." He begins
"Was a mistake " I finish for him flatly.
"What happened last night " Jordan says again, thicker this time, one hand rubbing my shoulder "Was a marking."
"Oh please spare me that...." I start to say but my words stay stranded in my throat when a gush of wind hits my face and I find myself all alone.
Cocky bastard. Sweet cocky bastard.