Head Boy.
Written by Feathers.
Chapter 66
Alice.
I took my head back slowly, that was after kssing him. His face held no further expression. He only stared simply into my face.
I licked my lower lips signalling to him that I love the ta$te of his l!ps.
I realize he didn’t say a word yet
Two things were involved; He was either angry or comfortable with it.
I do not think he’s the kind of man that will get angry just because I kssed him.
After several minutes that I had tried to sleep but couldn’t, I found out he was still staring at me, so I coughed briefly and said; “Well, I will start going now.”
I just wanted him to talk so I can know how he feels at the moment.
He still didn’t say a word or move any part of his body.
“Weird!” I mumbled underneath my breath and stood.
“Bye.” I said and walked to the door but he didn’t stop me at all.
After I was out of the room, I arrived at the large living-room and walked to the door that leads to the elevator.
Not like I was planning to leave, I just wanted to see through his present feeling.
I tried to open the door that leads outside but couldn’t, I realized that it required his finger print.
I walked back to the room he laï-d and said; “Please open this door for me, it required for finger print!”
“Get me a kn!fe?” He asked to my surprise.
A kn!fe? What does he needs a kn!fe for?
“You want to st@b me, right?” I asked.
“Go to my kitchen and get me a kn!fe?” He requested but I stood akimbo.
“I’m not ready to die.” I answered him and he stood from the bed like a spider man.
The rate at which he stood and yank off his duvet was so swift.
He dissapered and came back with a knife.
I wasn’t scared at all, maybe because I trusted that he would not hurt me.
He came to me with a dark look and said; “Take this?”
“I’m not a bu.tcher, that’s if you want me to help you with cutting of meats.” I said.
“Take it, now.” He ordered more firmly and I reasoned; It was more better and sader for the knife to be in my hand than for it to be in his.
I collected the knife from him and quickly said; “I can’t, I can’t…I can’t kill you, I don’t want you to die.”
It was with sadness and tears that I was uttering those words.
“What’s wrong with this one?” He asked and went to sit on the bed. “Who told you to kill me? I only told you to take the kn!fe from me.”
“Oh! so what should I use it for?” I asked but he lai-d back in the bed and covered himself with a duvet.
After he had lãÏ-d properly, he raised his left fingers and said; “Cut my thumb and use it to open that door.”
I was stunned and stood shocked.
I walked to him and used that opportunity to hold his hand, they were beautiful and cold, they were one that I had always love to touch.
I held his hand in my hand happily, Instead of cutting the thumb, I pecked the back of his palm.
“Is that how to cut a thumb?”He asked.
” I’m trying to make it wë-t before I cut it.” I said and pecked his hand again.
It was a beautiful feeling.
He sat upright all of a sudden and collected the knife from me, he threw it away and made me sleep underneath his duvet.
We were now very close to each other that we could perceive our breathes.
His scent was faint and so yummy.
I raised my hand and placed it around him.
“You are not scared of getting pregnant, right?” He asked but I only looked at his blue eyes that kept shining even under the duvet.
“No.” I answered and he turned from me.
“Such would never happen.” He said and I smiled.
I climbed him and went to face him on the other side of the b.ed.
“What are you trying to do?” He asked and before I could respond, he dragged me close to him again just that this time, he kssed me himself.
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