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"I knew tonight would end up with you luring me into your bed," I let out a quiet and breathless laugh, gazing up at the ceiling in his bedroom.

"Heyy," he protested with a grin, moving his arm behind me to turn me and pull my front against his side. Instinctively I placed my hand on his hard and bare chest, tracing his skin with the tips of my fingers in a featherlike way.

"I didn't lure you to kiss me. You started this," he reasoned, amused. The duvet was pulled up, covering our bare bodies.

I felt spent, a little sweaty, and like my heart was going to break out of my chest. I also felt extremely satisfied, warm and safe.

"I still blame you," I smiled to myself, feeling comfortable after having blocked out the hesitations of my overthinking mind, "if you hadn't made such a lovely dinner and been so sweet, I wouldn't have kissed you."

"I could have ordered McDonalds and you still would have kissed me, birdie."

I laughed gently, a part of me knowing it was true. For a moment I wondered what time it must be.

"You're too cocky, Theo. I kiss anyone who gives me food."

He chuckled, arm tightening for a moment to hold me closer.

"You know... don't get too excited, but I have a fridge full of food downstairs..." he was being playful, wiggling his brows down at me.

"You're silly," I placed a small kiss onto his jaw before resting my head on his upper arm, "I think I should be heading home soon."

He shook his head, "stay the night, Scarlett. I'll drive you to the hospital tomorrow."

I didn't want to leave. No part of me wanted to leave at this point, and to me, it was scary to feel my resolve crumbling down piece by piece. I knew that I had a long day tomorrow, and that I needed a good nights rest. Talking through the night with Theo - as lovely of an idea as it was - couldn't happen.

"Okay, alright. You've got to let me sleep, though," I agreed.

"Of course. I, uhm— I need to show you something," he cleared his throat, reaching for his phone on the night table. I stayed cuddled up to his side, feeling tiredness slowly seep in to my body.

The whole of tonight with him had been perfect. Dinner, dessert, conversations... I most definitely wasn't ready to give him up.

"What is it?" I murmured quietly, feeling so relaxed and safe; I hadn't felt so in such a long time.

I watched as he scrolled down something on his phone, before opening up and article. All good feelings left my body and were replaced by anxiety when I saw the picture underneath the title of the article.

'Theo Black continues with mystery woman Scarlett Dubois'

It was a picture of us kissing in the park this morning - or yesterday morning, depending on what time it was now. I grabbed his phone and sat up to read the article, holding the duvet up to cover my chest.

'Scarlett Dubois, 23, studying to be a nurse... the lovers caught kissing during a morning run... sources say the two seem very in love...'

I scanned over the article, my head spinning at all the things whoever had written this knew about me. They even knew the hospital I worked and studied at... Of course, there were a few lies to make the story more interesting, but otherwise the accurate parts frightened me. I guess nothing was a secret when it came to the way we lived nowadays.

"Are you okay?" Theo sat up beside me, leaning back against one hand while he studied the side of my face.

I was scared and didn't even realise tears were brimming my eyes. I knew I had heard something in the bushes that morning.

All I wanted was for everyone to leave Theo and me alone. Maybe then we'd actually manage to do something about wherever we were headed.

I didn't want my life to be written about like this, I didn't want strangers to think they knew me.

"Scarlett?" I felt his hand on my thigh.

"How do they know all this about me?" I turned to him, our eyes meeting. His brows furrowed, noticing how upset I was; rightfully upset.

"There's the internet..."

"I don't have any information there about myself," I shook my head, his hand on my thigh aiming to calm me, but I was merely getting even more worked up from it.

I was now in the spotlight of the media, simply because I couldn't keep my pants on when Theo Black was near me. How bloody pathetic was that?

"They could have asked any one of your co-workers and paid them a bit... anyone, really..." he explained carefully, not wanting to poke the bear. This bear had already been poked, tickled and shoved, though.

"This is a joke. I don't want this, Theo," I shook my head, somewhere in my head thinking he could just snap his fingers and make it go away.

"I know you don't, love," he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm sorry about this. My publicist called me during dinner and told me that with the World Cup coming up, it's suggested we either make this public or—"

"Wait, what? Why didn't you tell me right after you got the call?" I frowned, searching his face for any sort of answer, "was it because we both know I wouldn't be having sex with you after I found out about it? God, Theo, you're—"

"Don't be so crude," he shook his head, sighing in slight frustration, "you know I'm not after sex with you, I'm after more. I didn't want to ruin dinner or the good time we were having."

"Did you consider telling me before you had sex with me?"

"I didn't have sex with you. We had sex, Scarlett. It takes two to tango, stop thinking I'm the one who's ruining things here," his hand was still gentle on my thigh, his thumb moving in slow circles, yet his eyes were dark and threatening.

"Okay, you're right, I'm sorry," I tried giving him a small smile, "but still, you could have told me..."

"It's really hard to think straight when a stunning woman is kissing your neck and—"

"Alright, stop," I nudged him gently and held back a laugh.

He grinned smugly, before shrugging as if he had no idea what he was doing to me. I couldn't help but giggle, which was still very new to me.

As the sides of my eyes crinkled, the tears which had been brimming my eyes were pushed out, and a couple of tears rolled down my cheeks.

I used the back of my finger to wipe them away and dried the underneaths of my eyes.

"I've never seen someone giggling and crying at once before," was what he decided to open up with once I'd calmed down.

"Oh, please. You've clearly missed out on quite a bit then, haven't you?" I smiled, glancing down at my lap where I still held his phone, the article open.

"Definitely," he brushed back a strand of my hair and was then leaning in to kiss me.

As much as I craved his lips to be on mine, I couldn't, and hated myself in the moment for being such a coward.

I placed by hand on his chest and shook my head just when his lips brushed against mine. He pulled back and nodded once, somehow understanding even when I didn't completely understand myself.

"About that article," reality hit me again, "my coworkers will see it, my family, my friends—"

"Just how they've already seen the photograph of us at dinner. You're my mystery woman to the public, Scarlett, everyone's fascinated by you," Theo gave me a small and calming smile.

I just shook my head, "no. This is a picture taken of us kissing, Theo. That's so much more than you being seen out for dinner with me, that could have been brushed off as us just being friends."

"My publicist suggests I make a public announcement on Twitter or something, about you and me."

My brows furrowed and gaze met his, "what would you be announcing?"

I watched as he scratched the back of his neck with a small and suddenly uncomfortable chuckle, "you'd hit me if I said anything about us maybe being official. That's what my publicist wants, it doesn't reflect good on me if I'm just spending time with a woman who I'm not together with before Cup. It would look like I'm not training, and—"

"What are you going to say about me, Theo?" I repeated, my eyes searching his dark ones. I felt his hand slowly slip away from my thigh.

"That we're just dating. Nothing serious, just getting to know each other and for everyone to give us some space to do that."

"That sounds..." I hesitated, knowing I appreciated it a great deal even though I knew after he'd speak about me publicly, there would never again be any privacy for him and me outside, "lovely."

"Yeah?" A gorgeous smile tugged at the sides of his lips, "are you sure it's okay?"

"Yes."

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