Touch Me While I Taste You

46

Arabella Rivera

“First, close my damn door. And try being a little gentle this time?” Dark annoyed eyes smoked a fog of irritation towards Haiden’s brooding posture that stood in the entryway.

Upon Mr. Boyd’s sarcastic request, Haiden’s jaw ticked, the jaw bone growing more prominent by the action. M y eyes leer at the faint bruise he spotted o n the slightly tan flesh of his jaw. The discoloring under his left eye began to fade but was also still very noticeable.

With a low pant of annoyance. Haiden reaches for the door and slams it shut. It rattles, indicating that it was close to falling off its hinges. “Happy?” He asked tightly, voice thickening with what I presume was irritation.

As soon as the words are let out, the sad excuse of a map that hung on the door, falls to the floor limply behind Haiden’s boots.

My eyes draw to Mr. Boyd waiting for his reaction at hearing the blatant bold

action at hearing the blatant bold disrespect in Haiden’s voice. The man always looked furious but the shadow of anger he spotted now, competed against any previous one before. Haiden had ticked off the man, a lot.

The tightness of his frame and the glare o fannoyance said it all. Mr. Boyd drew in a breath that calmed him down before he said anything out of the way. His frame relaxed too. As if finally realizing that Haiden was not worth arguing with.

He lifts a hand to his forehead, rubbing the skin as if to ward off a splitting headache. “You damn kids.” He murmurs lowly.

Damn kids? He better be speaking about Haiden, I had nothing to do with this sudden annoyance he was now spotting. I n fact, I’m innocent in all of this. I just came to hold up my own side of the deal.

have probably said no. Then again, the bright red B on my paper was taunting me, therefore I wasn’t

Boyd pinched the

and dragged out a n exaggerated sigh.” You try to help them and they act like little shits

the use of Mr. Boyd’s words. By doing so, I could feel the pressure of being peered

as a wildfire creeping through my veins that led to

on my lip and dropping it entirely out of shock. The way he acknowledged

as I try to think of the reason behind his sudden bitterness. Haiden was cold and I had

I do or say something wrong? I can’t recall doing anything to

hadn’t spoken to him in a while too, neither

my dreams perhaps, but it was nothing he’d not like. Actually, I think we both liked it. Dreams aren’t reality though. And this reality, was a sucker punch to the gut, unwelcoming and

stopped pinching the thin skin between his brows and fixed his gaze on Haiden. He dropped his hand to his sides and with a frown on his face, voices out.” I found you someone

snap to mine, narrowing o n my face until I could feel the penetrating stare. He was calculating something in his head, I could just tell. The way his brows lined in

and it’s her?” The way he said her

unamused. “Yeah forget it.” His heavy tone of displeasure was a

CITUDLU

I tried to ignore. Haiden turns around ready to leave, his fingers already wrapping around the door handle when M r. Boyd’s

completely freezes, posture turning rigid as he slowly turns around. His eyes are like ice, cold, chilling and unsettling. “The

storm. One I’d not want to get trapped in. Unfortunately, it seems I have tangled myself in this situation unwillingly and unknowingly.

out of the deal, I couldn’t. I needed that B to turn into an A. I can’t afford to have my perfect report card tainted