"we only met each other just the other day, but you already got me feeling some time of way"

chase atlantic — "meddle about"

The poor black blazer I'm wearing has nothing on the cold wind that started to blow around our bodies. It's so sudden and freezing outside, that not even the years I spent going out with just a top on could've prepare me for this. Or it does, but my head has to truly focus to not start shaking like a wet cat.

I cross my arms around my chest to look for warmth when I unintentionally start to walk closer to Lucifer, who immediately notices the coldness of my body from the look he gives me, slightly turning his head my way. But he doesn't say a word.

I can't help but wonder where is he taking me, or why. A tiny thought runs through my mind the moment the dark street appears ahead of me, cold and empty, barely any lightning in it: I'm walking with a man I know little to nothing about to an unknown place, no cellphone service and no way to communicate anything to anyone...

Sounds like a great idea, Lilith.

Did the hundred of criminal shows I watched taught me nothing? Seriously. 

"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?" Lucifer suddenly asks and I turn to him confused, wondering why he's asking me that out of the blue. His eyes are glued to something in front of him, tiny grin on the corner of his lips. Intrigued, it leads mine to where he's staring at if it's not the empty street ahead of us. My attention soon stops on the same black motorcycle he was riding the night I went out with Ada to the night club, but this time, with his helmet hanging from the handle.

"Bless the moment I decided to wear pants tonight." I say looking down to it once we arrive closer. He lets out a tiny laugh after grabbing the keys from his back pocket, ready to turn it on.

"I don't know." He says leaning closer to my face with his eyes glued to mine. "I would've love to see you ride my motorcycle with that red dress you wore the other night."

My heart drops to my stomach hearing his words, his deep voice making me slightly get chills under it. Him saying that takes me off guard, have to admit, and because the butterflies on my stomach are going crazy, I know that they affected me. But there's no way I'm not going to let him know that.

"That's a big motorcycle you got here... compensating for something?" I ask as a little smile escapes my mouth. His tongue starts to play around inside of his mouth and I can see it since he has it slightly open by the smirk. Turning around leaving me with nothing but a couple of tiny nods, it immediately makes the smile completely disappear from my face.

No come back.

At all.

He didn't even look offended...

Oh, shit.

I can't have any thoughts right now, I have to control myself because who knows what could possible come to me if I keep thinking of his wordless response.

I turn to face him ignoring anything inappropriate that wants to come inside my head, when I hear a tiny compartment from the motorcycle opening. Soon after, Lucifer throws me a black leather jacket. "Wear it." He says after taking another helmet saved inside of the compartment.

"Why?"

"You were cold moments ago." He replies making me want to let out a smile, but I fight it away. He just gave me his jacket, what's the big deal?

"It's gonna get worse." He adds.

"What about you?" I ask as he's walking towards me with the helmet on his hands. Smiling, Lucifer tilts his head to the side. "You're wearing nothing but a shirt." I say when nothing comes out of his mouth.

"Worrying about me, Avery?" He asks softly.

Ugh, I want to eat my last words away. Shove them in a whole underneath dirt.

I roll my eyes. "It's called not wanting you to die from hypothermia." Lucifer knows his closeness affects me, and shows it to me when his body leans slowly closer to my face, handing me the helmet in the process.

"Worrying about me." He corrects me.

He's literally impossible.

"No, I don't want to carry your heavy dead body. I'm leaving you on the floor, just so you know."

"Your empathy kills me." He says sarcastically. "C'mon, put the jacket and the helmet on." Without giving me the opportunity to say a word to his face, he turns around and sits down on his motorcycle before placing the key inside to turn it on. Hearing the loud noise in my ears it doesn't surprise me, instead, a lovely feeling of rush hits my chest followed by an unconsciously smile on my face.

Placing my hand on his right shoulder after covering my head with the helmet, I lift my body upwards and sit down behind him. He leans closer to the handle to start the ride to wherever he's taking me.

But I immediately smile— I'm not done playing.

Does he really think he can play like that and expect nothing from me?

Naive, Lucifer, very naive.

Before he can make another move, I quickly wrap my hands around his waist. Feeling his body getting surprised and tense at my action an inevitable proud smile grows in me, liking his reaction.

As far as my helmet allows me, I lean closer to his ear and let out a long breath, letting a little sound come from my mouth as well. He isn't moving, carefully focused on my actions. I press my body against his even more, feeling my waist touch his and my inner thighs slowly move against his skin. The warmth fills my body at the touch of it.

A long sigh comes from his mouth soon covered by him cleaning his throat almost silently.

Are you nervous, Donovan?

I lean closer to say softly, against his ear: "You gave me your jacket, so, you worried about me first... Donovan." My words seem to have woken something up in him, because before I can let out another word out or make another movement, Lucifer starts the motorcycle by moving the handle and making a loud noise in the process.

Apparently, he's not used to girls playing the game like he does.

[...]

The sound of music and people playing around, happy laughs and conversation hit my ears the second Lucifer stops his motorcycle and turns it off, waiting for me to get out of it before him. I remove the helmet from my head to leave it on top of the seat without taking my eyes away from what I have in front of me.

A festival.

Lights hanging, people walking around with ice creams, kids with cotton candy, rides bigger than two floor houses and men with sticks on their feet to make them taller. It looks like it's taken from a movie and I'm watching it like a little kid for the first time.

Lucifer stands by my side. "What are we doing here?" I ask him.

"Where I want to take you is behind this festival, c'mon." He starts walking and my feet follow him without hesitation, even if I still can't help but wonder where is this place, and most importantly, why does Lucifer wants to take me here.

As soon as I walk into the property of the festival my eyes stop to stare at everything they can. I've never been to a festival this big in my life (only if you can count the crazy people in my town that make it look like a whole city attends our fairs), and the way that my eyes are so curiously looking around, wanting to take in every single thing they lay on, can probably let anyone see that. Specially Lucifer, who's still looking at me when I turn to see him. He stands by my side with a side smile on his lips as I tilt my head to the right, wondering again why are we here. It's like he's enjoying my intrigue, more liking it. 

Why? I have no clue.

The noise of someone walking and stopping right in front of me steals my attention from him. As I'm leading my eyes away towards the front, suddenly, a pair of fingertips touch my chin gently lifting my head up.

"Such a beautiful lady." A woman with a deep voice says, carrying her words like a snake.

She has long and shiny brown hair, almost reaching her hips. Lips that are red as an apple while her eyes darker than the night sky. A sharp jawline that goes even deeper the moment she smiles at me with her white and shiny teeth. Her long skirt and sleeves gently move when she places her hands on both my cheeks, almost like wanting me to see nothing but her eyes, talking to me with them. "I see fire in you, young lady."

"You do?" I ask, confused.

She slowly nods. "Right now, I sense passion around you... heat."

Huh—?

She can't be talking about Lucifer.

"Passion?"

"Strong and wicked." She lifts my chin up again. "People will want to bring you down, dear." She says with a deeper tone in her voice. "And still, no fear is shown in your eyes."

Even if I'm confused, I'm trapped in her words like a spell is on me to place my entire attention in her.

Whatever she is doing or wants to do, she's good.

Oh, please, let her be a witch. My time has come. "What's your name?" She asks.

"Lilith."

A big smile appears on her face as soon as I say my name. "Of course." She replies softly. "Lilith."

She smiles and then turns to face Lucifer. I do the same finding a little smile on his face. "Got yourself your Lilith, Lucifer?" The woman asks, gaining a smirk from him.

"Nice to see you, Madam Mavros."

Wait— I'm confused, does he know this place? He knows the woman?

I can't let a word out since Lucifer gently grabs my arm and pulls me away from Madam Mavros, who slowly follows me with her eyes and a smile on her face. "Have a good night, you two!" She says. I want to respond to her, but my curiosity on where Lucifer is taking me becomes bigger than anything else. So, leaving her with nothing but a confused smile my eyes soon join the man leading me forward.

"How do you know that woman?" I ask, but there's not a response from him. "Tell me she's a witch."

Say yes.

"She's not a witch." Fuck. He lets out a laugh.

"Then who is she?" I ask again, yet again, no response. "Lucifer?"

"Wanna play?" He suddenly stops. I look to where his eyes are facing finding a game of darts in front of us.

Hating that my questions didn't get a response my mouth doesn't open, still to intrigued to continue with anything else. It's like my own mind is trying to find a reason to all of this confusion, even if as of right now, no hints apply to my case.

Feeling Lucifer taking a step closer to me, my eyes automatically fly to his. "To scared to lose?" He's cocky with his question.

I feel his breathing on my skin.

I let out a smile.

He wishes.

"Never."

Letting out a smile, he pays the guy working there to give us ten darts to throw at our disposition. Lucifer doesn't even wait a second, confidently, grabs the first one and places himself ready to throw and land on the white target.

He's focused, eyes in front of him and controlled breathing bringing to my head his boxing match moments ago. I trace his face with my eyes, how his jawline is clenched and his eyebrows are furrowed, shiny skin under the poor light and lips slightly pressed— his attractiveness can't pass unnoticed by anyone.

I hate that I just admitted that.

"A professional, you could say." He lets out proudly, making me realise his dart is in the middle. "What about you, Avery? Got what it takes?"

Grabbing my dart I place my body correctly and close my left eye. The right one, focused on the white target, can also notice how Lucifer can't let go of me. Stare directly to my hand and face, just giving me the perfect idea.

I know how to play, done it more times than my head can remember, but making it like I know I'm able to won't guarantee me some fun...

"Fuck.." I breath out the moment my dart lands outside of the circle.

"Need some help?" Lucifer asks behind me. His cockiness showing in his tone, without even having to look at him I know he's smirking as he's getting closer to me. Fighting away the smile that fights to come out, I nod grabbing another dart to place it between my index finger and thumb, ready to throw it. "Maybe if you turn your body," Lucifer says softly. His hands touch my waist gently like they're holding a glass, no words coming out of him as he leans closer to my ear, moving me slightly to the side "like this, you'll get a better shot."

My heart speeds up for a moment feeling his body so close to mine. Even if his touch is delicate, somehow he carries it with confidence and  decision. With his other hand, he grabs my chin and slowly pushes my head up, making my eyes face straight. "And like that, you'll have a better perspective of where the dart is going to go." His voice brushes my ear.

My heart is beating faster and my body feels frozen under his touch. I don't like it, but I do at the same time. It's a whole war inside of me. Weird as it can sound, my own body confuses me. I can't help it... I follow his movements without question.

The hand that was on my chin, he softly moves it towards my hand, the one that's holding the dart. As if it were a strong switch, I can feel my body getting worse than before. The air that comes out of his mouth flies against my ear and that doesn't help me, my mouth has to let out a breath to find calm within myself.

I know what he is doing, Lucifer knows what he is doing, worse, he knows what's doing to me. How my body responds to his touch and his voice. He keeps playing with my body to position it perfectly— he's loving it.

And I hate it.

Lucifer grabs my hand with more strength and moves it backwards, towards my eyes. I can see the dart and the white target.

I'm ready, I know it, Lucifer's winning this little game he's having against me. 

I want him to know that two can play the same game.

Before he can say another word or move my body to have a better shot, I slightly take a step backwards to feel his body more closer to mine, to the point where my back hits his chest, and my ass touches his lower pelvis area. His breathing stops for a couple of seconds against my ear and I let out a proud smile on the inside, not wanting him to know I'm doing it on purpose. More fun that way.

Moving my head to the side a bit, I look down to his lips since they are at the level of my eyes, but he doesn't look away from the target in front of us. His hand on my waist grabs it with more strength pushing me closer to his, almost making me touch his chin with my forehead when he looks up to let out a long breath out. I can't fight it in anymore, a big smile comes out. The joy of watching him get like this just because I'm close, just my body touching him and eyes focused on his face, makes me feel like a kid getting a new toy for Christmas.

When he looks down to my eyes I immediately take mine to his lips, to then whisper slowly: "Am I good like this?"

I go back to his eyes and notice a little bit of shine in them. A smirk comes out of his lips, slowly nodding when we both go back to the dart in my hand.

He pushes my wrist and I let go of the dart. My eyes follow the target until it lands perfectly in the middle.

"There." He says taking steps back. "Wanna take the next one? See if you got what I just showed you?"

I nod and grab the next dart without hesitating. I place my body like I know and seconds later, I feel the dart leave my hand as soon as I throw it. Like I was expecting, it lands right in the middle. So fast, that I don't even think the arrow of the clock moved places.

"A professional, you could say." I repeat his words with a little smile on my face as I grab another one. "I'm a fast learner, I guess?" I say innocently when the next dart lands perfectly, again. I grab the next one but I don't place it between my fingers, instead, I turn around to give it to Lucifer who has a smirk on his lips, even if the surprise on his eyes betrays him. "Two can play the game, right?" I ask him. With a single nod, he grabs the dart from my hand, but not before gently touching my skin as we both have our eyes glued to the other, enjoying that feeling in our chest waiting impatiently for the next movement.

The rest of the game we both spend the entire time throwing darts while no words come out of our mouths. Our shoulders slightly touching each other as we move feel like they are both talking for us, how we want to feel the other against our skin and keep each other around, not wanting neither of us to walk away. The touch is little, but so effective at the same time, making me wonder when was the last time I felt something like that with someone, or if I felt it once to begin with. How come it is just our shoulders touching but I still feel this tight feeling on my chest, like he is touching me with his hands intrigued on every single angle of my body.

I hate it— he doesn't get to make me feel that way. I want to know why it's happening. And all those times my heart speeds up because of his closeness. No man has ever caused something like that to me. What's so special about Lucifer Donovan?

I let out a smile when I notice we have no more darts left. I tilt my head to the side enjoying the sight of my darts all landed perfectly. His body moves closer with his arm touching mine, and when I turn to face him, mine notice that his eyes are still glued to the darts in front of him.

"Did you do that on purpose?" He asks softly with a little side smile on his lips. He has something else on his mind.

"Maybe." I reply with the same tone as I turn back to the game in front of me. "Maybe not. What's important here, is that I want you to understand that I play the game as well as you do." As soon as I feel his eyes on me, I let out a tiny grin making him look down to my lips as he presses his arm against mine even deeper. "You do something and I do something back. Easy as that."

I look to his eyes who can't seem to get away from my lips. I want him to fall for them even more, stay there for a whole minute, so, I press them together making them thicker than before. He does what I want, and can't seem to let them go. "My eyes are up here, Donovan." I say softly letting out a big smile as soon as he locks eyes with me. Now, his body is frozen. "Now," I continue, normally "why don't you take me to that place you wanted me to see? It's getting late."

I take a step to the side and leave his eyes as soon as I move away. Son later, the sound of his steps following me makes me let out a side smile enjoying the fact that he has no words to say after mine. One of the things that I had learned over the past years of my college experience, is that if you're going to play a game with someone who can play it too, no matter if they seem to be good at making their move, just make sure you do it three times worst. Or be three steps ahead, whatever it is, don't let them see you fall. And I've definitely learned to love it.

The music and the bright lights hanging from the each stand slowly transform into silence as well as the the poor light from the moon illuminating us. Trees are now surrounding our bodies, and the walk has to be more carefully since the well cut grass from the festival is now grown and branches that had fallen from the trees are on the ground. One wrong step and my mouth can easily end up eating a leaf.

Giving Lucifer a look, I notice from the way he is confidently walking around, he has been here before. On the festival, that is one thing. Maybe he lives close and visiting the event is a common thing for him, just as well as knowing the people around here. But this place that looks like a complete forest is strange. A jungle from where I'm standing. The fact that he knows the path like he had been here multiple times is even more weird to me. Maybe is the fact that I grew up on a tiny town and there isn't much to explore, if I can call it that, realising that some people live in places like this since they were kids leading them to know this place like the palm of their hands is why I am weirded out.

I'm about to ask him why are we here when the sound of water moving around hit my ears, I shut my mouth to hear it more clear. It doesn't take me long to see a lake in front of me, smooth falling towards my left and green water hitting a couple of rocks that lay firmly on the ground. The whole lake seems huge, my eyes can't catch the end or the start of it. On the other side, there is nothing much but trees and bushes as the rest of it's completely covered by the darkness of the night, enabling me to see anything else.

As beautiful as this can be, this looks like the beginning of a horror movie.

"Alright, this is where I start to wonder if you're going to kill me." I say looking down to the water tilting my head to the side.

Perfect crime scene.

When I don't get a response from Lucifer, I turn around to face him and realise that he is about to walk pass me and head towards the little dock the lake has. "Yeah," I nod following him with my eyes "leading me near the lake. Probably the third step of murder," I start as I get closer to him "first is gaining my trust, then taking me somewhere where people aren't around, and then... well, throwing me into the lake, the place where it would move my body far away from the actual crime scene."

He turns his head to the side to lock eyes with me as one of his eyebrows is lifted, intrigued on my words. "If you think that, why did you walk close to me?"

"Because I lot of people saw you with me, and that for you my guy, the serial killer in question, isn't nice. You're going to get caught and my ghost will haunt you forever. I promise you, I won't be a nice one."

He lets out a tiny laugh. "How do you know that?"

"I've been watching criminal shows since I was fourteen years old." I shrug my shoulders to then quickly add when I notice he wants to ask some more: "And the fact that I'm majoring in criminal justice does help me a little bit, I guess."

"Then what's my next step?"

"Oh, I'm not helping you," I shake my head "you have to do that on your own, big boy."

Lucifer proceeds to sit down at the edge of the dock as a little laugh escapes his lips. Following him, I sit down by his side, inevitably making our shoulders slightly touch. "What's your major?" I ask gaining his eyes on me.

"History."

I furrow my eyebrows. "I didn't saw you as an history major."

"And what did you saw me as?"

"A lot of things but history."

He leans closer to my face without breaking the eye contact. Just like it did before, my heart speeds up at his closeness hitting my skin. Covering it quickly, I lift an eyebrow. Why the fuck is he getting close to me? Murder? Manipulation? To tell me his secret plan and then take action before I can make a run for it?

"And one those things is...?" Lucifer asks, erasing the questions from my head.

"For a person who doesn't really like me you are really intrigued on what I think." I reply quickly.

"I'm just curious." He shrugs his shoulders, uninterested. When I open my mouth surprised at his words, he laughs. And it fills me with those feelings only a night snack can give me.

"You?" I ask. "Curious? I'm the one who has to be, you brought me to a lake! And I can't ignore the fact that it is a potential crime scene, seen it more times than I can count."

"Maybe that's your criminal justice head kicking in... for a person who doesn't like me, you do seem intrigued on what I do." He repeats my words stealing a little smirk from my mouth.

"Well, it's the fact that you knew that woman back there and you refuse to tell me who she is."

"I didn't refuse to tell you—"

"You ignored me when I asked."

"Ah," he points at me "that's not refusing, it's just avoiding the question. You should know that— why did you decided to be a criminal justice major?"

I lift an eyebrow. "Yeah, change the subject immediately after replying to me. You can't play those games with me, that's interrogation 101 for you, Luci." I smile fights to come out the second I say his nickname, but I keep it in. The look of annoyance in his face has me begging I was carrying a camera right now.

He rolls his eyes. "Don't call me that."

I look down to his lips and feel how my body is asking me to play the game again, wanting to see him affected by my words and actions. "Or what?" I ask softly, without taking my eyes away from his lips.

Lucifer breaths out while a smirk is placed on his mouth, knowing damn well what I'm playing at. I go up to his green eyes and see a little spark in them, like he has stars and the green in them is the moon.

"This is an interesting relationship that you and I are having, Avery." He starts, slightly tilting his head to the side and getting closer to my face. "Fight until we want to throw something at the other, but then... pretend like nothing happened." My heart speeds up again as the air coming out of his mouth touches my skin. Even if I want him to be the one falling under my touch, no matter how much I try to focus on my actions to do so, I still feel the same way when he does it to me. And I hate that. I can't stop it and I don't know why is happening. "I'm still wondering too, you know." He says, almost in a whisper. "Why I don't want to kill you right now."

A little smile appears on my face, immediately making his eyes go directly to them. The amount of joy that I gain from seeing him like that, seeing the desire on his eyes and the need his body has to get closer. Gives me nothing more but the need to do it a million times over, and not miss a single second of it. Almost making me forget about my heart speeding up moments ago.

"Stop doing that." Lucifer says softly, going back to my eyes.

I gently furrow my eyebrows. "Doing what? Smile?" I ask innocently. Even if I'm good at pretending to be innocent, Lucifer doesn't buy it.

"I don't think that what we're doing here is pretending like nothing happened, Lilith."

"And what is the thing that we're doing... Lucifer?"

"The fight that we had earlier, only made us want the other even more than the night we met..." His words take me off guard, even then, deep down I know he's right.

Experiencing the fight made me hate him, feel anger and annoyance, want to put my hands around his throat and watch him go all purple. But when the night came, for some strange reason that whole feeling turned into something different and I saw Lucifer as another person. My intentions towards him, changed alongside with him.

"At least for me," he continues "knowing that tomorrow we may fight, makes me want to have you around me. The unknown and the thrill of what may come next with you."

I lift an eyebrow without taking my eyes away from him, confused at the tight feeling on my chest screaming me for more. "You barely know me and you want me around?"

"That makes it even more exciting. Can't explain why." He slowly shakes his head. "Can you?" He asks almost in a whisper the moment his eyes go down to my lips. As usual, my heart speeds up but I don't let it affect my actions. So, ignoring my insides, I also go down to his lips as I shake my head.

"No." I reply softly, gaining his eyes on mine again.

My body is asking for more, telling me to end the space between us. The other side, the one that screams at me how much of a bad idea this is going to be because if I did, my enjoyment of seeing his growing lust wanting to have me or him getting nervous when I touched him would end up too quickly.

I stay put with my eyes on him. I don't know if he wants to do it or not, but my head can't help but wonder: what could happen if Lucifer closed the space between us? Would my hatred towards him take action? Or my body, who wants nothing but to taste him?

It looks like I won't find out since Lucifer looks away, making me lose the fast speed I have on my heart and his shining eyes on mine.

From his back pocket, Lucifer grabs his phone and I suppose it vibrated before, since he looks at it like a message just arrived. "Fuck—" He breaths out softly, rolling his eyes.

"What?"

"I have to go." He replies and gets up from the lock. Without questioning it, I follow him intrigued on the message he just received, but quickly look down to the water wanting to erase it from my head.

I don't care.

"Well, good to know you didn't bring me here to kill me." I say gaining a laugh from his part. When my eyes land on him, I notice a smirk on his lips: "What?"

"I lied about something though." His tone is getting slowly filled with cockiness, making me even more confused than before. "I don't really have to go."

"Then why did you say that?"

Lucifer points at my feet. "To get you to stand up."

Quicker than the wind, with quick hands Lucifer grabs my phone from my back pocket and pushes me into the lake under us.

All in a matter of two seconds.

My body immediately freezes from the water hitting it and my skin shivers from the coldness of it. I take a breath in once my head is out to the surface, nose breathing the air and filling my lungs. My eyes, carrying the hatred towards Lucifer with them, they look up to see him (asshole) with a huge smile on his face, proud of his work.

"Lucifer!" I yell, flipping him off. "Fuck you!"

"Don't forget about the whole not wanting to kill me thing!"

"I still hate you for this!" I swim to the shore by the side of the lock and immediately shiver again once the cold wind brushes against my skin. My nipples could break an entire piece of wood right now. An axe has nothing on them.

"Well," he replies while walking towards me "we only fight in the morning, so, since it's around the corner I wanted to get a heads up!"

I stand there with the drops of water falling from my body, still surprised on what just happened. My wet skin and the clothes sticking to it are making me feel heavier than normally, like I'm carrying a heavy bag of bricks. Only I'm not actually carrying anything, my own body is the bag of bricks. I look up ready to give Lucifer hell, throw at him every insult possible in the dictionary when my eyes catch the smile he's giving me. Cocky and penetrating. I immediately eat my words inside, like a sip just closed my mouth. He takes my phone out of his back pocket and hands it to me, but I just tilt my head to the side, annoyed.

"Oh, how nice of you, taking my phone away so it wouldn't get wet." I say sarcastically. Lucifer just gives me yet another bigger smile.

"I'm mean, but not that mean."

I roll my eyes to then proceed to take the two jackets that I have on off of my body. I toss them aside and grab the end of my shirt to quickly pull it up, taking it off and squeeze all the water out of it, inevitably leaving me with nothing but my black bra on.

From the corner of my eyes I notice how Lucifer opens his eyes wide when my shirt is off, then quickly stares away to the side wanting to give me my space to dry myself off.

I smile. He didn't expect me to take all of my clothes off. He's looking down biting the corner of his lower lip trying his hardest to not look at me, but for some reason, I want him to. I want him eyes on me like he's fulfilling his needs by doing so. Turning to face him, I make my shirt into a ball to get all the water out of it. My eyes are glued on Lucifer and his nervous self, his right hand inside his pocket while his other one is still holding my phone.

The thin straps of my bra are hurting my skin since they're cold, leaving red lines in the process. Moving them to my shoulders, I curse on the inside because Lucifer is still not placing his eyes on my body. A side of me is thankful that he's doing that, no girl wants a man staring at her while she's drying her clothes after being pushed into the water.

Unless the girl wants to be looked at, like I do.

He doesn't know that, would he if he knew? Would he if I say he can look at me? But most importantly: does he want to stare at me?

Letting out a smile when an idea comes to my head I brusquely move my shoulders back to hear my bra coming undone, clap, feeling it get lose against my chest. Placing my hand on my chest, it doesn't come off and it stays there, being my perfect opportunity that I've created on my own to ask Lucifer. Letting out a long sigh, I carry on with this little plan: "This stupid bra." I complain. "This is all your fault. I need a hand, Lucifer."

"What?" He asks quickly, still, with his head looking downwards.

"I need help."

"With what?"

"My bra came undone, and I need you to clip it back. Can you do that?" I ask, but get no response from him. "If not, I'll do it myself. But if you do it'd be much quicker. I'm freezing my skin off—"

"I'll do it." He interrupts me, making me let out a smile. "Can I look?"

"You need your eyes to do it, so, yes." He turns around and I immediately do the same to let him see my back and grab the end of my bra. With gentle hands, the warmth in them manages to chill my skin in the process. There's something about his strong grip that makes me want to hold them, feel them against mine and grab them tightly. It's like Lucifer's clicked a switch, and my controlled breath becomes nothing but a slow motion following his movement. He grabs my bra and within a second, clips it back together. "You were quick." I say with a smile. "Got experience?"

I hear a laugh coming from his mouth. "Putting bras on? Not really."

"Ah, taking them off, I guess." I turn around to lock eyes with him, but the moment that I do, his eyes go directly to my chest and my black bra giving me the perfect opportunity to say: "Take a picture, it's going to last longer."

Touché, Lucifer.

He quickly goes to my eyes as a smirk comes out of his lips. Taking a step closer to him, I do a quick look to his mouth making him do the same with mine. I hate it, but I want to have that same feeling on my chest when he looks at me or wants me to feel something when he teases me, so I follow my body's needs.

Like I had expected, the moment he grabs my waist to pull me closer my heart speeds up and the butterflies on my stomach go wild, a riot. All just because his skin touches mine. I want to understand it. Seriously, what the hell is that? "I know what you're doing." He says softly when he goes back to my eyes and his breathing brushes on my lips.

"And what is that?" I ask innocently, in the same tone as he did.

He leans closer to my face with a grin on his mouth, stops right on the edge of my nose and all I could hear is my heart beating on my chest. "Stop teasing me." His whisper makes me get goosebumps as my lips make an unconscious smile.

I lean closer to him, just like he did, to whisper my needy words without hearing my troubled brain commanding me to not do it. "Do you really want me to stop?" I ask making the smile on my face even bigger, and in the process, gaining his eyes on my lips once again. "Because I think you're eyes just want something else, Donovan."

"It's like you're playing a little game with me."

I slightly shrug my shoulders. "It's fun."

The little laugh that he lets out softly and almost silently, takes me to his lips and the sudden need to kiss him appears again. "Not when the cards are reversed." Without giving me the opportunity to say something else, he presses our bodies together and takes his hand to my cheek to make our lips slightly touch. He's not kissing me, but barely. His eyes are penetrating mine, wanting to see the soul inside of me. My heart is going to jump out of my chest but I don't let him know that, my skin is asking for more and my lips want nothing but his on them. "Two can play, right?" He asks, without taking the grin out of his face.

I slowly nod, copying his grin. "Two can play." I say with the intention to get closer to him when his phone vibrating on his pocket makes me stay put and look down. Lucifer lets go out of my waist and takes some steps back as he grabs his phone, giving me mine in the process.

"I have to go back." He says in an annoyed tone after reading the message on his screen.

Fuck no— I take steps back while I shake my head repeatedly. "Oh no, not again."

"This time I'm serious." He looks at me and I see the worry and strange look on his face. Because of that, I know that it isn't a joke. Not at all.

He turns around ready to leave the lake behind and me, confused as I am, grab my clothes on the ground to quickly follow him, not wanting to be left alone surrounded by nothing but the darkness of the night and some trees.

As we are both walk back to the motorcycle I place all of my clothes on my body except for his jacket, wanting to give it back to him. He's so focused on his walk that I don't want to call his name. His body language changed completely, he doesn't looked like the guy that wanted to tease me, the one from moments ago, not even the guy that wanted to annoy me by taking the milk from the dining hall, he's serious and his mind seems to be thinking a lot of things at once.

It all leads to one thing: the message.

He turns on the motorcycle as soon as I sit behind him. His eyes are looking around for something, but the worry on his stare takes all of my attention. Is he looking for something or someone?

The rest of the trip back to the school neither of us said anything. It didn't took him long to get there, maybe a couple of minutes had passed since he started the motorcycle and I saw the school gates in front of me. Before I can let out a word or even wonder again what did the message say that got him so worried, he stops the motorcycle and I step out of it to then take off the helmet handing it to him. As well as the jacket.

"Are you sure you're alright by going back alone?" Lucifer asks taking the things from my hands and hanging it on the handle.

I nod. "Yeah, there's still people walking around campus, I'll be okay." He still has his helmet on so I can't see his expression, and because of that, I don't know what he is doing. It kills me that I can't. "Is everything alright?" I ask before I can think my own words.

"Worrying about me, Avery?" I know he's smiling from the way he says it and I hate it. He tilts his head to the side and my eyes see how his go down to my wet body. A million of ways to tease him fly to my head, but I can't say anything since Lucifer starts his motorcycle and leaves me behind with a closed mouth and an intrigued head.

I stand still while the cold wind hits my wet skin, recalling everything that happened this night, everything that he made me feel and all the things I did and say.

I know that I love flirting around and have some fun when it comes to dating, but the way that I felt with him, it's different. My heart speeding and my eyes not being able to leave his, curious on his next moves. I've always been the one that caused that, not the other way around. And it stresses me out that I can't understand it, and why it happens.

Can a random night with a stranger make you feel all of that? Just because?

"It's the magic of the night sky!" Ada's words while we're watching a romantic movie appear on my head, like an old scene playing.

But I don't believe in that, what is it about him? What's so special?

Even if a side of me hated it, still hate it to this point, a bigger side of me wants it. And to repeat the night over and over again.

I smile unconsciously when another thought comes through my head. He likes to tease me so much, make fun of me that he missed something: after he left me, he worried about me first... again.

"Are you sure you're alright by going back alone?"

It feels like you're going to lose way sooner that I had expected, Donovan.

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