Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 3

Saved by the bell. Well, at least he didn't hurt me. I got up and tried to escape this weird experience, when he suddenly grabbed my hand and softly whispered in my ear:

"You're a broken beauty, Skye Monroe."

Hot breath gently touched my ear and his alluring words were forever written in my heart.

Great. I've just missed the bus home and the next one comes in an hour. Rain. Just my luck.

The raindrops started bouncing off sprouting grass and as the rain got heavier it quenched the silent thirst of the soil and flowers, and with each drop they became more green and the soil darker. Ever so softly, the cold angel's tears kissed my cheeks and slowly rolled down my face. The rain blurred my vision when I stared at the sky, opening my mouth. I was letting the sweet drops land on my dry lips and parched tongue.

I let myself go and listened to the soothing sound…Meow.

What was that?

Meow.

I looked down and there was nothing there. Meow.

I followed the sound to the nearest bush and found a cardboard box.

Meow. The sweet little voice cried one more time and I looked inside.

The cutest little kitten was shivering from cold and fear, and was looking at me with her big blue eyes. "Meoow!"

"What's the matter, somebody just left you here?" I was talking to a cat. That's a new low.

The cat sneezed and shook her adorable little gray head. "Come here." I took her into my lap and noticed that the colour of her fur was ash gray and her paws were white, like fluffy mittens.

I could feel her shaking, so I softly tucked her under my jacket, hoping that would warm her up.

"Hey, lil' kitty."

I turned around and a quiet surprise formed on my lips.

It was him.

The heavy droplets of rain were slowly slipping down the hood of his leather jacket and a few effortlessly kissed his dark chocolate hair.

"H…Hi." I sputtered.

"What do you have there?" He walked closer to me and gazed into my eyes with his dark ones, that perfectly matched his hair, then lowered his sight towards the kitten, hidden under my jacket.

"One lil' kitty found another." He smirked, amused by his own joke.

"She was left alone in a box." I softly said, caressing her head. She was still shivering.

"What are you, some charity organization?" He said, rudely.

6B. That was the number of his apartment. I walked in and experienced…a silent shock.

There were empty milk cartons,soda and beer cans scattered all over the floor. A few old pizza boxes and empty bags of chips here and there, among random clothes just lying everywhere.

"Don't look so shocked," He said "I don't have time to clean up this crap."

"Do you…live alone?" I asked while taking off my shoes.

"No, I live with my dad." He said with a surprisingly calm voice.

Lucas and his dad are slobs. I thought to myself. And apparently they drink a lot, I've noticed even more empty beer cans.

He threw the keys on the table in the kitchen and went in one of the rooms. I was still pressing the little cat to my chest and gently caressing her wet fur.

Something landed on my head. I grabbed it and noticed it was a blue towel.

"Dry off." He said in that demanding tone of his voice. He threw another blue towel on the table, next to the keys, and took off his leather jacket. Underneath he only had a green shirt with short sleeves and he took that off too…

He turned against the wall and started drying off his hair with the towel. He revealed a tattoo on his left shoulder, it was a quote, written with beautiful black font…

Blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night.

What did that quote mean to him? He turned around and presented to me, the almost perfect body. He wasn't too muscular, but also not too skinny. His stomach almost formed a six-pack, it looked like somebody carved those perfect lines into his body. My cheeks burned with a familiar warmth as our eyes met. He noticed I was staring at him. For a second there I thought his lips turned into a naughty smile.