I will keep this short and sweet, as I know I have been promising another snippet from Cut. The release date is fast approaching and will be announced over the coming weeks and I know I say this a LOT - but thank you all for your support!
As we focus only on each other, moments from a fatal accident, the throb inside my chest is felt heavy up in my throat. The pain from my head, my lungs and now racing heart are all singing along to their own fierce melody. Before I can manage a word, or he can, I hear a buzzing sound accompanied by a vibration, coming from his denim pocket.
He doesn’t respond to it straight away, but after a couple of persistent buzzes he answers it with his free hand, not moving his body or delicate grasp from my chin. I hear the muffled voice on the other end unable to make out the exact words, whilst never tearing our eyes away from each other. After a few moments, he sombrely sighs.
"I know, I’m on my way."
He puts his phone back into his pocket still gazing at me intensely. I can’t fully put into words the way he makes me feel when he bores his eyes into mine. It’s a mixture of emotions, which is probably due to my completely disarray state. All I really know is that when he is with me, despite his coldness, his seemingly disinterested attitude, the danger in the air and all of the drama that comes along with him - I don’t want him to not be with me. He’s making me feel alive again.
This is going to kill me.
"Penelope, I have to go."
In a daze I just keep staring, not moving an inch and barely even blinking, frozen.
"I want you to tell me that you are alright before I will go," he pleads. Still not really putting coherent thoughts together, I force a smile to my mouth automatically in response to his urges and soften my gaze upon his.
"I’ll be fine."
His expression is torn, but my words seem to be enough for him to rationalise that he is fine to leave me. He forces a tiny smile, mimicking mine.
"I will call you," he replies as his breath blows sensually out over my mouth, the scent beyond exhilarating to inhale. His face dips towards mine, still grasping my chin and places a firm yet intricate icy kiss on the very corner of my mouth - not my lips. It lingers for a moment, before he hastily pulls away, dropping his secure hold and standing all at the same time. Before I can manage a thought or response, he abruptly heads out of the lounge room and into the lobby. Mere seconds later, I hear the faint click of the entrance door.
He was gone.