Chapter 63 - Let's Talk

"Is there something you want to ask?"

Cedric was acting really strange, the affection he was showing me right now was staggering, I thought him to be cold, unspoken, and distant, but it seemed utterly different right now. I was still embarrassed by what happened between us, I couldn't help myself from blushing so hard, for Cedric just seemed normal, ridiculously calm and I was blushing like a child. Get hold of yourself, Sylvia! I mentally scolded myself.

"Well?" he urges patiently waiting for me to say something.

I gulped, because I knew I had to say something, especially what was bugging me, I was suddenly reminded of it again when I felt the pain in my ankle, all the memories.

"I-I know I said I wouldn't ask nor is this the right time for it a-after w-what just happen".

"I see," he said in a simple tone.

"It's not that just.... just... I just want to know why the Nightshades wanted me dead", I swore I saw his eyes turn black completely, and the air suddenly icy, maybe it was just my imagination.

I held onto his hand, his eyes softened.

"Please Cedric, I want to know", I awaited his reply, he seemed so silent suddenly, I was beginning to wonder if I made a mistake by asking.

"Yes you should," he finally said.

"T-Thank yo-" I suddenly gasped when he swept me up in his arms.

"W-What are you doing?" I demand.

"Surely you do not expect us to have a decent conversation here".

I blushed hard, understanding what he meant, I could still see the hunger within his eyes, and I wasn't exactly ready to go through a scream again... wait YES! I screamed, oh no, surely the whole household must have heard, could this get any more embarrassing?

"Y-You can put me down," I said, shifting against him.

"No"

"But Olivia will be here soon to attend to me"

"She won't be coming"

"What?"

"I dismissed everyone for this evening"

"But why?"

He fell silent, he was already strolling to the door.

"Wait! We can't go out like this" I panicked... we were both still in our bath towels, he remained silent, ugh this was the wrong time for this, I was locked within his arms unable to move, I just buried my face in his bare chest as he walked out the door.

My heart slammed loudly, I could already imagine the stares. Whyyyyy!!!

"Relax Sylvia... there's no one here", at the sound of his sonorous voice I peeked at the area. It was completely deserted, it was just us as he strolled the majestic halls.

A wave of relief washed upon me, I suddenly remembered when he said he dismissed everyone, did he plan all this but when? Could it be the moment he stepped into the bathhouse, was that why Olivia didn't come back?

"I wanted us to be alone".

My heart skipped a beat at his words, he did plan this.

"Are you angry that I did?" he asked, turning to me. I was staggered by his question, he really seemed off, the different vibe he showed, ever since the flower house.

"N-No, it's okay," I said, not taking my eyes off him, I had even more questions to ask about him, but first I needed to understand him better, he was still a mystery.

He came to a halt at the entrance of the Chambers, but it wasn't mine but his.

"Y-Yours?"

"Yes" he replied like it wasn't a problem for him, I couldn't find the right words to say at this point, I bit my lips, my head swapping with several thoughts.

The doors barge open as he sauntered within, the doors slamming shut behind, I was suddenly filled deja vu as I took in the room I once stayed in, our wedding night, the several awkward moments, my punishment, this room had all the memories and I found myself recovering every detail.

He gently lets me down in front of a door I knew he didn't have in his Chambers before, it seemed just like mine, like an entrance to the dressing room, he didn't have such before.

"If you do not want to stay the night... I will understand" he said in a ragged whisper.

"Of course, I want to stay" I replied faster than my brain, I quickly covered my mouth realizing what I had said.

He chuckled slightly, I froze at the sound, well that was a first, and it was like music to my ears, I wanted to hear more of that sound from him, I smiled at the thought.

"You can put on something from here, I'm afraid none of your clothing is here"

I just nod, my cheeks getting heated, he opened the door for me, I rushed in shutting it instantly as I took a deep breath, I turned to back against the door taking in the view of his dress room, it was extremely bigger than mine, I just observed the place in awe, several varieties of clothing, all dark colors, I figured he loved dark clothing because that was only what I saw him put on most of the time, but sometimes the household color but those were also dark.

I scavenged among his shirt line, taking out one, dear god they all smelt like him, I inhaled deeply on it a smile against my lips, it smelt so reassuring and sent a tingling sensation to my body, I loved it.

I let my towel fall off, it dropped to a puddle at my feet, I wore the linen black long sleeve shirt and I was lost within it, it was so big and stopped just above my knees, at least it served as coverage, I buttoned it, adjusting it properly against me and yet it still seemed too big, I blushed so hard, my face must be all pink from all the blushes.

I grabbed my towel against the floor, folding it and placing it against the dresser. Here I am just in his shirt and nothing beneath, this was bound to become more embarrassing, I nervously sauntered to the door, unlocking it and stepping out.

My eyes traveled around the room until I found Cedric seated on the majestic bed, the curtains were open so I could see him, he was already dressed, he had just pants and a robe on, his chest still remained exposed. I gulped.

His gaze met mine, we stared at each other for what seemed like seconds, he didn't look away, he didn't blink, he gazed upon like I was the only picture in his eyes, and the only worth view, he always did that, was I of much importance to him? I grew nervous by the second.

"Come here"

I gulped at his command, I couldn't help myself as I sauntered towards him, climbing the stairs to the bed, his gaze never left mine, as I got closer, his orbs were of dark shade.

I sat on the bed, giving a bit of distance, I was seriously blushing as his gaze remained on me.

"You blush so much and I find it cute"

"W-What?", my gaze fell on me.

A faint smile fell on his lips.

"Give me your leg," he said, taking a small cube container close to the nightstand.

I obeyed as I was told, his hand rubbed against my ankle, I bit my lip, the feel of his hand against it was smooching.

He opened the container as he began applying the white balm on my slightly bruise ankle, he did it ever so gently that I moaned softly forgetting myself as I close my eyes, the repeated action made me shiver and lost in the feeling, funny this was just a slight movement and it affected me so.

My eyes flashed open when I felt his hand on my waist drawing me close to him, his hand traveling on my lap.

"That sound of yours does things to me," he said in a ragged whisper as his other hand against my waist moved to settle on my back.

I licked my lips, he also does things to me, things I never thought I would experience with him, this burn, this drunk feeling of pleasure and want I couldn't quench, he was like a walking set of temptation I shouldn't fall into but I was, I was really falling deeper than I could ever imagine, he gave me no chance to breathe, it was like he also claimed my air as his, his consuming feeling, what was this?

"My shirt looks good on you" he whispered to my ears. I shivered at the action.

I felt his hand behind my back tighten ever so hard like he wanted to rip it off, did he? His hand settled on my lap, were firm now, it was so hot against my skin, I wanted his hand to move further to my thighs, I felt the need, but I really wanted to talk to him, I should shift this naughty thought off my head and have a decent conversation with him, just like we planned.

"Cedric".