Chapter 08: What You Do To Me

Chapter Eight

Cole

            Ivy threw her head back; her laugh filling the emptiness of the classroom apparently, at something I unconsciously did while I was sitting for her to draw my portrait.

And before you ask, yes Brad had a hand in this. He couldn't resist.

Brad was the reason for my participation in the first place, his uncle being a member of the school committee he could get me in easily. Assigning me to be Ivy's model is, by all means a whole different kettle of fish. All I can say is that he went through some trouble just to get me selected for the right one.

 I learned from him this morning that the contest was important for her and I am glad I agreed to participate because as much as I would like to hide it or avoid it, I desperately wanted to see her again.

Her laugh echoed in the room filling it with an indescribable feeling.  The way she did, I just thought she was the most amazing creature I have ever seen. Her laugh was contagious, and I found myself laughing along;

She leisurely diffused her perfume at every movement of her hand and all I wanted was to get closer. As if she drew me like a magnet; she hypnotized me with every move; she was simply mesmerizing and before I realized what was happening to me I felt adrenaline hastening through my veins.

Ivy  had without further explanation discarded  her work,  I could not recall how I ended up inches far from her , how she stood there  less of a step away from me and  how I  involuntarily held her arm . Hoping she would look at me and tell me why she stopped painting.  From the little I knew about her- thanks to Brad- was that she had an amazing talent, she could easily win the painting contest.

So why would she refuse to continue drawing? And I really wanted her to win.

            As in daze, she placed her palm to my chest stepping back. I was too drawn to her I didn’t notice how close I was. We were so close that I was able to breathe in her lilac perfume.

            A strange feeling erupted in me as she pressed her fingers against my chest. I instinctively cupped he shaky hand and her cheeks turned a shade of pink. She severed our linked eyes and nervously looked down avoiding me. I squeezed her hand a little pressing it a bit more on my chest without moving. 

"Look at me" I inquired, surrendering  for a while to the feelings she stirred in me while I could feel her hand warming up,  through the thin fiber of my shirt.

            Ivy tensed at my words, as if afraid to make eye contact. It drove me crazy how she was avoiding my eyes.

"Look at me, please" I pleaded and she finally looked up but not enough to meet my gaze, I felt my heart thud when she looked down to the floor

Was she afraid of me? Didn't she know what she was doing to me?

            I brushed my hand slowly down her wrist bringing it up to meet my lips. Her fingers were shaking but she gave in to me when I caressed her fingertips against my nose and placed a kiss on her palm.

 She didn't pull away, my heart was racing and I wanted nothing more than to feel the softness of her skin again so I placed another kiss on her palm pressing it to my lips  with my hand.  I  didn't even know what  I was doing until she slowly brought up her palm to my face, her fingers softly caressing my jaw line

Contemplating a blaze igniting in her dark eyes when they finally met mine, I felt a hurricane swaying in me I inhaled sharply before bringing her hand back to my chest so she could feel what she was doing to me.

  I  released her pressing  hand on my chest. I wanted her to feel how she made my heart race, I wanted her to feel that she was making me feel things I never felt before. I wanted her hand to stay on my chest forever.  I felt drowning in her eyes as she looked at me without  a word. Her eyes were like a different dimension   and I craved those eyes as much as I craved her  and every part of her . I wanted to touch more of her badly , I lusted her more than I could ever imagine

I found myself tucking her hair behind her ear; she was so beautiful.

Can't she see what she's doing to me ?

 I could feel my heart running a marathon under her palm, a blazing fire burning under my skin and I lost the bit of control I had left.

Capturing her lips in mine for a kiss,   they were so soft, so sweet, she instantly dug her nails in my skin, and I felt like losing myself to her. I kissed her as if my life depended on it . My life literally depended on it! I thought for a second that my heart had stopped beating, as I tasted her, I wanted more so I pulled her closer; effortlessly she closed the space between our bodies and kissed me back.  Our kiss was unlike any other I’ve ever had, she was so soft , so sweet; I deepened the kiss, holding her in place  I didn’t want her to pull away, I couldn’t get enough of her.

A whimper escaped her lips and I realized we both needed to catch up on a breath so we parted  I opened my eyes to see her opening hers our gaze locked with a smoldering stare. As if she felt it too but she stepped back, distress apparent on her

 "I'm sorry, I have to go" her breath rages she said in a whisper before  walking away from me .