I Am The Luna

ADRIANA

There's something about a man going from relaxed to assertive and commanding that I damn love and when it's this asshole, it's even hotter. There's a dominance in those steel-grey eyes that are now burning into mine.

"Even if you don't say anything, your beating heart conveys more than enough..." he whispers, releasing my chin and trailing his hand down my neck and tapping lightly on my rising and falling chest, right over my thumping heart.

His move only making me dizzier, fuck...

I'm too aware of how his fingers feel on my skin.

His eyes dip to my lips, his eyes flashing before his gaze trails lower to my breasts, and I'm rendered immobile as if he's cast some kind of spell on me.

I want to snap out of it, but right now I'm a puppet in his hand, one he's playing like a master. Until he humiliates me and reminds me that he doesn't think I'm worthy of him. That snaps me from my trance, and I suck in a deep breath as if I was deprived and stumble back.

Swallowing hard, I force my attention to his injuries, refusing to look into his eyes.

Focus, come on, girl. Pretend it's Zade or Anthony, just pretend girl. Come on, it's just a random guy.

He is just a random guy.

Not my mate.

No, he's just an ordinary guy.

Come on, almost there...

I repeat my mantra as I quickly begin cleaning his wounds, his eyes continuing to burn into me, but I refuse to look up because I'm not sure if I'll be able to pull away from them if I do.

Fuck!

My hands are shaking slightly, and I hope he doesn't realise as I put the glass bottle of wound cleaner down. I reach for the dressing and my hand hits the bottle, almost sending it to the floor if he didn't grab it. I don't thank him because that means I would begin talking to him again, a mistake I can't afford. Not when he is doing things to mess with my common sense.

I peel open the dressing, ready to place it on his waist when his hand wraps around my wrist, sending more wretched sparks through me.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Hey... Relax. Your heartbeat is going crazy."

"It isn't," I deny, sounding extremely harsh and tugging free from his hold. "Don't touch me."

He instantly lets go. "Alright, I won't," he says softly, resting his elbow on the counter behind him again.

I look up at him shocked, my heart skipping a beat and I step back, a surge of emotions rushing through me

That's the first time I've told a man to not touch me, and he listened so easily.

Memories from a time long back retum, remembering how I screamed those words on deaf ears. That nightmare hits me like a tidal wave and I feel the onslaught of panic rising within me.

Focus, Adriana.

I know how to deal with my emotions. I do. I do.

Deep breaths

Don't let them see what I feel.....

"You can finish off yourself," I hear myself mumble before I turn and rush from the room, but stop suddenly I look around me confused. Everything seems to be swaying and dipping

My room.

I should get to my room...

Breathe

It's too hot in here.

Adriana? Adriana...

Is that voice in my head?

'Adriana, are you alright?"

'Don't touch me! I said let go of me! Don't come near me! Just stop! Fucking stay the fuck away! My screams echo in my head, drowning out the soothing voice that whispers in my mind.

'Adriana, Adriana?"

Sparks rush through me and I feel a tidal wave of warmth and safety wash over me and I gasp for air, holding onto that safety net that has pulled me from my dark thoughts.

I'm fine, I'm safe. I'm in control.

1 AM in control

I exhale slowly, realising what had happened.

Fuck. Fuck!

1 shit... did I almost just have a fucking panic attack in front of Atticus?

Atticus.

I'm fucking hugging the dickhead