I almost moaned eating his food. The food was delicious. Period.

"I hate when people look at me eating", I scowled. Not to mention the fact that he made me blush but it was uncomfortable. 

"I thought you were breathing the food. Really that's the most fascinating thing I've ever seen. Continue", he said smugly waving at me to continue. 

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. What has gotten into him today? Did he finally lose it? 

I was genuinely taken aback by his coziness and it was awkward. I didn't grace him with any reply as I continued to eat. My mind was screaming at me to be alert. Something was bound to go wrong if he was this nice. Call me pessimistic but I tend to see negative if something good was happening.

We ate the food. Okay, now what? I tried watching whatever he was watching in the name of the movie. It was all blood or fight and at one point I was going to throw up seeing raw intestines. Sick Bastard.

A heavy thunder knocked taking the lights out . We were surrounded by darkness and not daring to move, our only light being the lightning that stroke. Two ragged breathes.

"I hate rain", I muttered under my breath and tried searching for my phone that I accidentally dropped during the power out.

Strong arms recoiled me back to the couch. His grip was tightening as I tried to get out.

"Don't leave me", the weak voice shocked me. Something was wrong. Was he afraid of dark? 

"I am just taking my phone", I said like talking to child. His grip loosened but never left mine. It was strange the all too good and arrogant man was afraid of dark and clung onto me like a monkey.

I flashed the light along the living room.

"Its getting late. We should leave", I said after noticing the time. It was past 11 and my friends probably freaking out. 

"We can't. The roads will be a mess". Well I didn't care God came to see us I wasn't going to stay with him another night. One was far more memorable. 

I tried calling cabs overcoming the worst network. No one. Not even a soul picked up the phone. I hoped all the tyres puncture at once. If I wasn't riding no one should. Ryder was staring at me with a set face and candles were melting at his beauty along with me.

It was suffocating to be in the same room with him. Temperature was soaring

"You know what. I'll walk home. Maybe ask Luke meet me midway". Yes, that was exactly my plan. But there wasn't umbrella, no service and possibly blocked roads. He didn't get to say anything but his nose was flaring. Don't care dude. Distance was bliss.

Woah. My mouth hung open as I stood on their porch. It wasn't raining, it was like splashing a bucket of water on the face. So fast, so rash. 

I had second thoughts. Was I being stupid walking in the rain just because I couldn't control my feelings towards Ryder? Feelings?. Where did that come from?

I realized it was very stupid to walk out. I could sleep in other room, far away from him. I turned around and opened the door when I felt something ooze and land with a thunderous sound. My body froze and eyes widened as I turned around to look at the tree that would've landed on me if I walked before.

Bad idea.

My eyes were brimming with tears. All I wanted was to be alone and not to feel conflicted. Just one thing.  Why God, why?

I didn't feel the small tug that turned me around. Devil  was looking at me and then at the tree and then back at me. I never took my eyes from his hidden features. I was afraid that if I turned around I would see myself  under that tree. 

I was not afraid of death but squished body was definitely not the way. 

My body erupted in tingles when Ryder pulled me into a hug. His breathe on my neck was all I could concentrate as I held mine. My heart was swelling up by the way his  hand was patting my head at the same time burning feeling as his other hand dangerously was close to my ass, pulling me into him.

He pulled his head back and I looked at his green orbs almost dark by his pupil. His face etched a genuine smile. 

What the hell, Emily? Retract, I repeat retract.

My senses came and I flushed red realizing our intimate position. I removed my locked hands, which I didn't remember, from him. It was more awkward that we were still at the front door.

"Maybe its a bad idea to walk home", I mumbled looking at the floor. 

"It is", he chuckled. 

I ran to the couch and covered my face with the pillow. Why do I have to be such a stupid in front of him? It was always with him that my perfectly working mind seemed to betray.

He sat very close to me. Dude, distance, distance. He was overwhelming me with his presence and I knew he was enjoying his effect on me. Did he even get affected like I did?

He was either smirking or giving me those lustful stares. It was very rare for me to see other expressions.

"What are you thinking about?", he asked in a whisper and I could definitely feel his breathe on my neck. My stomach was twisting and my heart was ripping out of my chest.

"About you", I blurt out. Nope, I decided to play with him. I was strong and I was going to face my feeling and get hurt if that was what it take for them to disappear. Or I could make him disappear but where would I hide his body. I didn't know much place and everybody in the city knew he was dating me. Thanks to the pink hair.

"What are you thinking about me, Emily?". Shit, his nose was touching my cheeks. Screw the plan, I couldn't open my mouth. 

"T..To run away from you", I squirmed when he tucked my hair. Would you please take your hand from my neck? But I couldn't say those.

"Why do you want to run away from me?". Because you are making me feel things. The things that hurt me and  I am scared to admit it.

"I don't like you", I mumbled slightly pushing him away from me. Let me tell that, it took a lot of courage when he was doing things to my body.

He was scrutinizing me with those lush green eyes. Act bold, my mind was screaming. Okay, cool I was acting bold. Breathe.

"Do you like Connor?", the question threw me off gaurd. It was after a long time that Connor came into our equation. As if he was there from the beginning. I was not supposed to like Ryder because he shouted his plans to destroy me in my face .

"My likes are none of your business", I replied in stoic tone. He clenched his teeth and I didn't miss his hands in fist. 

He threw the pillow across the room and strode to his room, slamming that poor door shut.

I lied on couch facing the dimly lit ceiling. Sleep was taking over as I had only one thought

What are you doing to me?