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"if you just let me touch you,"

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I WOKE UP in a foreign place, the sun's rays crossing my exposed arm, tickling the little hairs that littered it. My eyelids fluttered open, squinting momentarily as if lost for a moment, trying to settle the image before me. A figure dressed in a dark coat came into view.

I immediately sat up in bed, pulling the covers around me, breathing heavily as I watched him, occupied by his desk with a few sheets of papers he was rummaging through, fully dressed.

"Good Morning," he grunted pulling the papers into one pile.

"It's eight," he announced, placing the papers into a folder as my widened eyes glanced down at my watch- The time reflecting through my mind.

8: 20 am to be exact.

I ran a hand through my messy hair as he turned to look at me, placing the folder on a stack of books.

"You slept like a baby," he smirked, but I wasn't listening. It was 8 am.

I had overslept- what if everyone was already up and about? How would I explain coming out of Harvest Adam's room this time?

"No one's up yet, it's a Saturday- but if you wish to keep staring at thin air for ten more minutes those odds are slipping away," he hummed turning away, back to his book, flipping one open, "as for our little experiment," he began as my eyes watched the side of his face, "there is much to do to get your dilect to work," he grunted, turning back to me, walking toward me with his hands tucked in his pocket, eyes searching mine-

I felt so exposed.

I hadn't even washed my face or brushed my teeth yet and he was already straight to matters.

What was even more inappropriate and un-gentleman-like was that He was addressing me whilst I was in bed, half-dressed thanks to his shirt.

I couldn't help but think if this had been Lucas Bowne, he would have had the decency to leave the room and ask these questions at a more appropriate time- but then again- why was I thinking of him in such a situation?

"The conductor," he continued, head slanting eyes narrowing down on me, his tone firmer, "should have loosened the barrier to your dilect, but - it isn't completely gone- now it's up to you to destroy it- if that doesn't help, you'll need a stronger conductor," he replied, pausing momentarily, " but for the next few days-" he sighed taking a deep breath in, "just do what reds do," he shrugged, "try a little magic."

I nodded at this, though my gaze was stone.

Maybe whatever the sirens did to me yesterday would work, but if not, I had been trying to do 'magic ' for a while now, but I was still vainly sure my mortal self could not take itself into the 'higher cosmic plain.'

"Of Course," Harvest began, "if you just let me touch you-" his tone was lower as he drew closer, till he was by the edge of the bed, looking down at me, "all this can be done quicker-"

I shuffled back, further into the bed, staring down at his outstretched hand, shaking my head slowly- I didn't want his hands anywhere on me, my heart beating lowly, as I stared down at it.

He withdrew it, stepping back.

"As you wish- the hard way it is," he grunted turning back to his table, "you can leave now," he announced, glancing at me momentarily, "you've got less than ten minutes," he finished, turning back to his desk.

I stood still for a few moments, staring at the space I would have to cover to reach the door, glancing down beneath the sheets at the shirt that reached just above my thigh. there was no way I was walking down the boy hallways like this, risking everything.

I searched for the sight of my pajamas but they weren't where I left them. My eyebrows arched, looking around for them, my attention recaptured by him when he spoke.

"I know you enjoyed your night with me, but it's common courtesy to leave before sunrise," he grunted, as he turned back to me, raising an eyebrow.

I may be inexperienced with a lot of things but I got his reference of a 'joke' loud and clear but I was not in the least bit amused by it, my lips pursed in a thin line. He sighed at my reaction, with a slight shake of the head.

"What is it now?" he grumbled.

I didn't appreciate his tone, but I overlooked it, trying to motion to him for my pajamas. Motioning to the place where I had left it, to which he momentarily glanced at, before retracing back to my eyes with a grunt,

"your pajamas are still wet, hence they've been taken out to dry-" he grunted pointing to the door, "with the laundry-"

I paused at this, the laundry women came every Saturday to take our dirty clothes. I just hoped she didn't see me-

When I looked back at Harvest his gaze was already narrowed on me, lips pursed for a moment.

At times like this, I had this creepy feeling he could read my mind, and yet I was also sure he couldn't.

However, at this moment I would appreciate it if he could listen to my thoughts, so I didn't have to get up and find my notebook to write down that I needed a pair of pants.

Well, if I couldn't tell him, I should show him.

I could feel my fingers tremble as I lowered the blanket over me, feeling his eyes on me, standing from the bed, feeling the light air coming from the window exposing my legs, and I tried to pull down the shirt over me.

I looked at him, his eyes set fire to my skin as his gaze moved from the bottom up and I could feel my breath whisk away when I saw a hunger in his eyes when they met mine.

I took a step back when he took confident strides towards me, my heart thudding, moving backward, almost falling on the bed until I felt him tug at my shirt steadying me, whilst with his other hand, throwing his large coat over my shoulders, covering me fully, and he pulled the sides firmly closed, ending only a hairs breath away from me-

His eyes were deep oceans, as they searched mine, noses brushing against each other, a dark shiver crossing my spine, his hands holding the front part of the coat closed.

He was breathing as lowly as I was at the sudden rush of it all, my heart beating roughly inside me.

His hand suddenly caressed my cheek, our foreheads leaning against each other, and I could feel my heart stop, as he took a deep breath in, shutting his eyes.

When he pulled away slowly, opening his eyes, they were dark black, a color that should have startled me but had me only intrigued.

His gaze suddenly traveled away from my gaze to his hand that still caressed my cheek, blinking for a few moments, his eyes clearing out into his blue ones, his breathing suddenly sparking, but before I could see what he was looking at, he let go, moving back as if I would suddenly attack him, or like I was dangerous-

His breathing was harsh, whilst one hand rubbed his exposed wrist, moving back to the other side of the room, where it was still dark, hand still wrapped around his wrist, his breathing low-

I pulled the coat closer to me, also shaken up by the moment, and also his strange behavior, trying to see him through the shadows, but before I could take a step closer, his tone came clear yet I recognized a slight quiver.

"You should go."

I was about to gesture if he was all right-

"Now."

I didn't understand what was happening but I could tell from his final tone, the one he used when he was being very serious that he wanted me to go.

He had shifted into his bipolar self into that version of Harvest I disliked the most.

Gritting my teeth, I grabbed my keys off his desk, not risking losing them this time around and giving him an excuse to stalk me again after this weird behavior.

I walked toward the door, opening it with a slight shake, being relieved when I came face to face with the empty hallways.

I quickly slipped through the hallways, making it to the girl's dorm discreetly.

Here a few girls were up in the hallways, but none seemed to pay attention to me as I made it to my room, taking a deep breath in.

I jiggled the nob, but it stayed firmly shut.

Eyebrows furrowing I used my key, walking into the empty room.

Sighing, I took off Harvest's coat, and his shirt hiding them deep within my wardrobe.

I was sure Daya would recognize Harvest coat in a heartbeat if she was ever to see it. I slipped into other pajamas, falling onto my bed.

I shut my eyes trying as hard as I could not to think about it-

But I kept thinking about it.

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