Chapter 223 - Thirsty for His Touch
Eventually, it was too chilly to stay outside and lie beneath the stars. Weston began guiding her into the forest again and informed his people to begin tidying everything up. For their overtime, he decided to provide them a bonus.
"Don't walk so quickly," Lydia grumbled, holding tightly onto his arm, pressing her entire body against his b.a.r.e skin.
Her legs felt like jello and whenever they'd step on a stick, she'd jump and dig her nails into his muscle.
"What happened to teasing me about being afraid of ghosts?" Weston countered, walking faster than before, causing her to groan in protest. If this was her reaction to the dark and creepy forest, he wanted to bring her here more often.
"At least I'm afraid of rationale and possible things!" Lydia hissed at him.
"Fear of ghosts is completely rational. It is a terror of the unknown just like the one you have right now," Weston informed her.
"Slow down," Lydia g.r.o.a.n.e.d.
Lydia dug her nails even more into his skin, hoping he'd get the hint to slow down. He only walked faster.
"Weston!" Lydia shouted, her hands shaking.
They were surrounded in darkness and she couldn't see behind or ahead of them. Anytime now, an axe murderer could jump out of nowhere and kill them both! The eerie silence of the forest only terrified her further. Why wasn't he scared?!
"Shout my name in bed, not out here," Weston humored her, as he continued his swift pace. "If you want me to slow down, beg, Claymore."
Lydia glared at him. She shoved him aside and crossed her arms, stubbornly deciding to not rely on him anymore. At her reaction, he loudly laughed. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Lydia's heart dropped as she spun around, left and right, looking for him.
"W-Weston?" she called out.
Lydia felt like she'd be the first person murdered in a horror movie. Hearing nothing but dead silence, and seeing nothing but eerie darkness, her heart plummeted to her stomach. She was so anxious and scared that she wanted to throw up.
"This is not funny!" Lydia shouted, taking a shaky step forward. She heard a branch snap behind her and instantly struck out her arm, screaming as her hand came in contact with something.
"A right hook?" Weston wryly asked, catching her fist in his hand. "You're a violent little thing."
Lydia was heavily breathing at this point, glaring at him. "If that was your way of making me beg, you'll never hear it! Not even in bed."
Weston laughed at her pitiful threat. She was just a scared little girl. "We'll see, my little fireball."
"Just take me out of this forest before I become the axe murderer myself," Lydia hissed at him.
Weston released her hand and shook his head.
"You shouldn't confess your plans before you do it. You'll be charged with conspiring to murder a politician," Weston mused. She narrowed her eyes at him.
When her reaction was to get angry, Weston found it amusing. He wanted to poke at her and get her further riled up, but decided not to. With the loud thumps in her c.h.e.s.t, she was bound to get a heart attack at the ripe age of twenty-one.
"Alright, I'll stop teasing you." Weston held out his hand. "Now come on, I'll take you back home."
Lydia wryly looked at him and his outstretched hand. His fingers were long and his palms were wide. But they were reliable, so she placed her palm on top of his. They walked hand-in-hand back to the car and she was relieved to see the tires intact.
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"No thank you for tonight," Lydia said the second they were at her apartment door.
Even though she was one step away from home, her heart hadn't stopped racing. She knew she was going to sleep badly tonight. Even now, goosebumps pricked her skin, and she was terrified of being alone in her own house.
"Your welcome," Weston sarcastically responded, still holding onto her hand.
"I mean it," Lydia said.
"Don't lie to me," Weston responded.
Lydia hesitated. "I enjoyed the dinner and starwatching part, but you ruined it with your pranks."
Weston smiled. "No more forest dates then?"
"And hiking dates," Lydia added on, eager to voice her disapproval of any involvement in the forest. Not because she was some spoiled city girl, but because she was genuinely afraid of anywhere without lights.
"Alright, I'll make sure to book us a tent in the middle of a dark forest and go camping," Weston noted.
"Then I hope your other date would enjoy it," Lydia snapped at him, angrily throwing his hand off of hers.
Weston loudly laughed at her childish response. He cupped the side of her face as she glared and crossed her arms. Seeing her irritation, he felt a prick at his c.h.e.s.t to also be annoyed.
"Don't be so mean, my fireball. I was only joking," Weston retorted. "Next time, I'll take you to one of your ten favorite restaurants."
"I'd like that more," Lydia grumbled.
"And and…" she trailed off, hesitation flashing in her eyes.
Weston took a step closer, eager to know more. "And?"
"And then maybe a movie date. You know, like the ones in teenage romance books…" Lydia awkwardly looked away, wondering if she was revealing too much.
Usually, she was tight-lipped around new people but Weston made her feel secure and comfortable. She didn't know why.
"I wouldn't know, I don't read those types of books," Weston bluntly told her and smiled a bit. "But I'll take you to a movie premier." To an all-girl cast, of course.
Lydia perked up at his words. She couldn't stop the curl of her mouth as she eagerly nodded.
"Alright, it's another date then!" she chirped.
Seeing her bright, shining eyes, and her large smile, something stirred from within Weston. It was a mixture of d.e.s.i.r.e and passion. He wanted to dominate her completely and take her as his.
Lydia g.r.o.a.n.e.d and pulled back, her entire body tingling with need. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
"I didn't," Weston said. "It's instinct."
Lydia was jealous of his instinct. He took a step closer to her, until she was pressed against the door, nowhere to go. D.e.s.i.r.e dripped from his eyes that practically undressed her on the spot.
"Now, be a good girl and let me in," Weston murmured, stroking the side of her face with his thick fingers.
Lydia's heart fluttered. She was beginning to forget her one-night stand rules. But they were in a relationship now. Did that still count as a one-night stand? Regardless, her fingers trembled to press the lock pad. Suddenly, his hand reached over hers and he typed her passcode in for her.
"How did you know—"
"I saw you type it in earlier," Weston mused. He was glad they left the other two locks untouched. He pushed the door open and she stumbled inside.
Instantly, Weston closed the doors. The motion-sensor lights flickered on by themselves and revealed all of the surfaces he could ravish her on.
"Would you like anything to drink?" Lydia asked, her nature of wanting to be a good host instantly popping up. Her mother raised her to be a great hostess.
Weston's eyes landed on hers.
"Perhaps later," he said, another drink in mind.
Lydia peered at him, confused, but allowed him to grab her hand and pull her towards her bedroom. With each step they took, she began to grow nervous and excited. It had been a while since she had been laid. And now, she was growing thirsty for his touch.
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