~Kissing Her Nemesis~

Dolores' eyes fluttered open as she rose with a groan and a hand to her head. She paused her movements as the room she was in appeared to spin around her. When the dizzy spell dissipated, she looked around, realizing that she was familiar with the room she was in.

I must have fallen asleep while watching those TV series, she reasoned as the fog in her brain cleared.

She gave a long and hard sigh. The nightmare she just woke up from was nothing short of it's name and although horrific, it barely deserved second place after the constant nightmare of her mom's accident. She swung her feet to the ground when she realized she was not in her blue striped pyjamas but in a short, flared mauvette gown and black sneakers. Exactly what she had worn in the terrifying dream she just roused from.

"You're not dead yet."

Startled, she whipped her head at the voice. There on the opposite side of her was Nicolas, watching her with keen interest. He was sitting laid-back and comfortable on her couch like he owned the place. He had even served himself a glass of cocktail while she was still unconscious. She was mad at his arrogance.

"What are you doing in my house? Who do you think you are sitting on my couch and drinking that?"

He didn't bat an eyelid, neither did he respond to her questions. Instead, he grabbed the glass, gently lifting it to his lips. After taking a sip, he sucked on his bottom lip then released it with a soft "pop".

Dolores found her eyes widening of their own accord and staring at his glistening lips that appeared fuller and more plumpy. She was grateful as his voice distracted her from her wandering thoughts.

"You don't think I deserve a thank you?" Nicolas asked simply, studying her with a pointed gaze.

"For what?" She fired.

"For saving your life, babe. You almost died on all of us." His eyes were wide with incredulity. Was she being selfish on purpose?

Ignoring the flutter in her belly at the endearing name he called her, she went into defense mode. "So? Not like you're the first person to do that."

Was she as selfish as this? Nicolas wondered. Even Aurora could be petty and filled with thoughts of herself alone but she knew when to do basic things like gratitude and the likes. The next thing she said almost made him want to throw the glass cup at her head.

"Why do you have that drink in your hand?"

His fist enclosed around the glass once more as he gave her a hard, unblinking stare.

"What?" Her face showed she was oblivious to how angry she was making him.

He resigned from his anger as he let go. "I got hungry while waiting for you to wake."

She nodded then looked around her once more. If the dream she had was real then she was supposed to be lying in the hospital, receiving treatment not in her house.

"Adelina yelled that you shouldn't be admitted into the school's clinic else your condition could worsen. She dialed your nurse's number, gave me your address then asked that I drive you straight here and nowhere else." He explained to her.

"So why isn't Adelina here? She's supposed to be here, right? Why would she leave me in your care?"

"She had to get your father at work since he was in a meeting and the secretary wouldn't put a call through to him but she would be here soon. Just relax and wait for her. Although she left threats if I hurt a hair on your head."

Dolores face brightened in a smile as she asked. "What kind of threats?"

"To raise hell and give me a hard kick in the centre of my sexual pleasures. Other things too." He shuddered visibly as he recalled the vicious look Adelina gave before she went to take an excuse for three of them.

Her heart warmed with love as she knew her friend's capability where she was concerned. Swallowing her pride, she gave him a small smile. "Thank you for saving me."

His lips were going to reciprocate the smile when he caught himself suddenly. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'm starving."

Her smile faltered. "So?"

"So, you can make something. Can't you?"

She first thought her ears were playing tricks on her. For crying out loud, she just got out of a life threatening situation and he expects her to be up and doing even in her own house. "I can't do that. The kitchen is over there. Make something for yourself if you feel so hungry." She jerked her head in that direction as she spoke.

"You're talking perfectly now. I think that's enough proof that you're alright. In fact, think of cooking as a way to thank me for saving your life."

"Wasn't a polite 'thank you' enough for you?" To God, she was tired of sitting here and listening to him spew nonsense. The fact remained that she was, at the moment, indisposed to be of any assistance.

He smirked at her growing frustration, then shook his head. "Nope." He popped the 'p' on purpose just for extra effect. When she made no move but stubbornly remained on the couch, he rose from where he sat over to where she was.

"I'm not sure I have a great history of repeating words. Just do as I asked, everybody's happy and I stay out of your hair. I really cannot wait for Adelina to be back so I can get out of here." He pulled her up to her feet.

Dolores tugged and writhed, trying to get her hand free from his firm hold. "Let me go, jerk face or I'm going to call the cops on you. Go do it yourself."

He didn't budge, only stared with humor in his eyes. His eyes caught sight of the crown of her head where she had hit it against a desk during the lab accident. An angry red-purple bruise stood out on her milky skin.

"You have a bruise." His eyebrows were drawn together in concern as he raised a hand to the spot.

She flinched at the sudden contact of his fingers against her cool skin which was fast growing hot under his touch. She had stopped struggling to be let free from his hold as his motives changed from wanting to force her to the kitchen into tending to her bruised skin.

Nicolas dragged her down on the couch, then walked to the fridge nearby to get a bag of ice for her head. While at it, he was muttering a string of curses at how stupid she was for being careless with the chemicals when she knew she state of her health. He turned to observe her again to find her giving him a curious look.

"What's the problem? Do you need something?" He asked as he approached where she was sitting. Seeming not to have a control over himself, he raised a hand again to touch the red mark. "Does it hurt?"

Dumbstruck, Dolores shook her head in reply. She could not find the word to describe what she felt towards his open display of affection. She was not sure how to react when he touched her that way like he cared about her. Giving herself a small shake, she pushed those thoughts out of her head. Nicolas leaned closer, pressing the bag of ice to her head gently and keeping it there in place for her.

"I-I think I can d-do it myself." She found herself stammering instead.

At her voice, his eyes met hers and he found himself drowning in the unfathomable depths within them. Her eyes held a foreign emotion he couldn't yet decipher and their faces were all of a sudden getting surprisingly close. He leaned down close to her until her breath was fanning his face. His gaze fell on her lips as they parted slightly on their own accord.

With the slight bump on her head forgotten, their lips were inches away from touching. "What are we doing?" She asked in a hushed whisper.

"I have no idea." He whispered back then closed the tiny distance between them. Her lips were soft like he had been fantasizing before they bumped into each other at the class door some days back.

Dolores gave a little sigh and pulled back from the short kiss they just shared. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest as she gazed into his handsome face. He gave a cheeky smile before leaning in again towards her. She surprised herself by wanting another from him as she leaned foward to meet his lips once more in a lingering, intimate kiss.

His fingers threaded through her hair, holding her in place as he slanted his lips across hers to deepen the kiss. A deep rumble sounded in his throat as she gave his hair a soft tug while she traced his bottom lip using the tip of her tongue. Everything else seemed not to matter but the feel of her body pressed flushed against his and their lips joined together, moving in perfect synchronization.

"What the flying fuck?" A sudden shriek at the door caused them to jump apart from each other in great haste.

Adelina was standing at the door with two bag packs in her hands and her jaw kissing the tiled floor of the living room in shock.

"What in the world is going on here?" Her voice came out in a choked whisper.

"Uh, I was just about to--"

"Leave. He was just about to leave. Isn't that right, Nicolas?" Dolores gave him a look that could kill as a way to keep him from saying something stupid.

He nodded quickly. "Yes. I was just about leaving. See you later, Dolores." He picked up his car keys from the table where he had left them and walked out of the open door.

Adelina waited with gaping mouth until his car was no longer anywhere in sight before she turned to her friend in utmost shock. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GUYS JUST DO?"

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This chapter awaken any memory in anyone? Write your experience in the comments
I don't think I've been in this compromising situation before but I tried to place myself in Dolores's shoes and boy was it sooo embarassing
To be caught kissing a guy you're not in a relationship with, by your best friend (shudders)

~~Tequila~~