Chapter 5

Violetta's POV. 

I felt my breath freeze in my lungs at the immediate sight of him. 

Of course, I could recognize him instantly. He had saved me from getting hit at the ceremony. And now, he was back again.

“Violetta,” he called my name again. His voice ran deep into my head, awakening the confused and quiet soul in me. 

My eyes finally rested on him as I stared. But my lips couldn't move for a rest. His palms were still stretched out too, waiting to get a response. 

Suddenly, after a much delayed response, he finally placed his palms on mine and drew me up to my feet. I winced at first because he had placed his hands on the injured part of my hand. However, it wasn't up to a minute when I felt a sudden shift inside of me, and I gasped for breath immediately. 

“My hands,” the words mumbled out of my lips as I continued scanning, turning to both sides. I wiped my eyes double again, another measure. And I was right. The blood had dried up, and the injury had healed up too, all because of him. 

I turned to stare at him. His eyes were on me with his face curled up in a slight smile. 

“Thank you.” The words freely left my lips even if I was completely shy standing in his presence. 

“You don't need to thank me.” He responded. It was supposed to be unsettling, watching how his eyes almost bored into my soul. Yet, I found it different. It was completely mesmerizing to stare back at his hazel eyes, filled with more warmth than I could ever imagine a person having. 

“Mind if I do something?” He questioned, his voice rearing its head above the silence, which was about to soak us in. 

“What is it?” I asked. Unfortunately, I didn't get a rest until he did what he wanted to do. 

I almost let out a scream when he carried me into his arms, and like a flash of lightning, he teleported right to the rooftop of the mansion. 

He let me down the moment we got there. And I was so lost in the beauty of the magnificent view that I forgot I had almost gotten a heart attack from the teleportation. 

“Wow.” The words left my lips as I kept on staring. It felt empowering to me, having a clearer sight of every other mansion, home, and place that seemed far away from ours. 

It felt as though I was having a direct sneak peek into people's lives. 

“This is my favorite place. I come here whenever I feel there's a need to let a large burden off me. Or, even, to blow off some steam.” He began to speak. 

“You come here to blow off some steam?” I asked again to be sure I had heard him right. 

“Yes.” He turned to look back at me, his eyes slightly widened. 

I paused, my heart suddenly thumping and a high wave of heat crashing down my body. 

I didn't think he was going to be bold enough to spill out certain secrets as such on our first meeting. 

“Hold on. Why is your face that way?” He pointed. 

“What is wrong with my face?” I asked, using my hands to feel it as if I could tell the expression from that. 

“It's crying down in so much redness as if you've been holding down a lot of anger. Or, are you angry?” He asked immediately. 

I let out a deep sigh and looked away in silence for a few minutes. 

“You say you come here to blow off steam. Do you realize what that means?” I asked. 

“Yes,” he dragged out his response, his eyes slightly squeezing shut as if he was suddenly unsure of his response. 

“Eww.” My face turned red, and my guy tightened in disgust. 

“Don't you think that is too personal to share with someone, especially if you're meeting me for the first time? And why on earth would you bring me to the same place?” I couldn't wait for him to prove me wrong. 

A scoff escaped his lips while he stared in mixed feelings of surprise and confusion. 

“I think I'm more confused at this point. Why should that be something of a secret?” 

I stared wide-eyed, my hands running up to my waist. I gasped and scoffed, confused and more irritated about how else I was supposed to explain it to him. 

“Hold on. What exactly do you think it is to blow off steam?” He stopped me before I could speak.

“What else is it supposed to mean if not having sex with someone?” I shot out, my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. 

“And gosh! To even think that you have to do it on a rooftop. No proper planning.” I went on saying, the disgust and disappointment still evident in my voice. 

His loud laughter, which followed next, shocked the bones out of me. I listened and watched as his voice filled the entire rooftop. Although amidst other things, I was quick to observe how differently his face lit up. And he looked more charming, beauty radiating from all corners despite it being late into the night. 

“What's funny?” I forced my voice to come out dryly as my eyes couldn't leave him. 

“Well, forgive me if my laughter sounded rude. But then, I just couldn't help it.” He resumed speaking in his usual tone.

“But how on earth would you think that way so quickly?” 

“Isn't that what it means?” I argued. 

“No,” he shot out quickly. “Blowing off steam could mean that to some people. And it also means taking time to cool off for a while. That was what I meant in my case.” 

His explanation made my whole body suddenly go numb in disappointment. 

“Oh, shit!” I muttered. 

“It's alright. Although I deserve an apology.” His voice was exceptionally thick, and I could instantly feel his eyes on me. 

I swallowed hard and turned to him shyly, unable to take a standard look at him. 

“I'm sorry,” I said and waited to get a response from him. But there was nothing until he spoke again. 

“You know, I could heal you completely if you'd just let me kiss you.” His words ran deep into my head, and I looked up immediately, our eyes locking into each other.