• Feelings •

Layla's POV

It was already dark outside.

We had our dinner in our room cause they asked if we wanted to and I replied yes of course.

After I saw Beth's true self through the way she spoke to Veronica, I didn't want to see her cause I might say something which will put us in a tight spot.

Sinn was on the sofa working, he had his laptop turned on and he tapped something on the keyboard at the speed of lightning. He has been on it for hours and had his dinner while working on his laptop, I on the other hand ate while thinking of ways how to torture both Beth and Adrian.

The maids had already taken away our empty plates back and now I was standing by the window staring at the dark sky as the keyboard noise filled in the room.

I sighed as I held my dagger and it shined, the moonlight reflecting on it.

It was a gift to me from my mother.

"Protect yourself at all cost Layla, you're the most precious to me in this world."

My mother's words ringed in my head when she gave me this dagger the night she told me to run away because of my father.

I've since kept this dagger with me.

Well, it's not the first I had, I've had many before but this was special.

"Having trouble sleeping?"

Sinn's deep voice questioned me and I felt him beside me.

I continued staring at the sky as the moon appeared and my heart felt heavy.

"Just miss my mom," I admitted truthfully. Maybe I got caught up in the moment and maybe I was thinking of her that I told him that cause I never opened up about my mother to anyone.

I don't find anyone worthy enough to talk about her with.

I expected him to at least ask me questions about her but he didn't and instead waited for me to open up at my pace.

And I loved that about him.

The wind blew making my hair blow away from my face. I felt a shiver run down my body because of it so I put away my dagger on the table beside me and crossed my arm to warm them up.

"Close the window, I don't want you catching a cold."

I turned my head to face him and he was already staring at me, with that intense gaze.

"Don't worry, I won't get sick and ruin this mission," I told him tauntingly.

"It's not for the mission, but you. I don't want you getting sick."

I felt that feeling again. The same feeling when he told me to keep the gun.

His ice-cold eyes were supposed to make me feel cold, but why were they making me feel warm inside?

"Why do you say such things to me?" I asked him not wanting to beat around the bush. I don't want to feel something I'm not supposed to.

His eyes flickered between mine and the moonlight made his eyes look even more beautiful.

"Cause you're the only one I want to say them to."

He stated simply and I just watched him, too stunned at his words. He turned around and walked away towards the king-sized bed leaving me staring at his muscular back.

He laid down on the bed and turned off the lights. The moonlight lighted the room enough for me to walk around without bumping into something.

I made my way onto my side of the bed and laid down. Staring at the ceiling on top as my mind replayed his words.

"Cause you're the only one I want to say them to."

"I can't sleep," I said out loud, shocking even myself.

Sinn turned and faced the ceiling like me. "Me neither."

We turned our heads to meet each other's gaze at the same time and my heart skipped a beat when we did so.

His eyes stared at me intensely making me gulp.

He moved his hand towards mine making our fingers graze each other's and I felt the same spark I did back at the van.

His hand held mine and it fitted perfectly in his big one like it was made to be in his.

I moved my eyes to glance at our joined hands, but he clasped it making it land on top of my head, hovering on top of me.

Sinn was breathing heavily, and so was I.

"You're making it hard for me to control myself, Rebel." His deep voice mumbled darkly making me feel something between my legs.

Not the right moment to get fucking turned on by him.

"Then don't," I stated truthfully, staring right into his eyes and watching them turn dark.

"You called for it," he uttered and soon his lips were attached to my neck as he left loose kisses on my skin.

His hand which clasped mine never left it as his other hand traveled down my body to my thighs. I was wearing an oversized shirt and shorts so it made it easier for him to linger his hands on my bare thighs.

He pulled down my shorts leaving me in my underwear. My heart thudded loudly in my chest as his finger teased its band.

I could feel the coldness of his rings by my skin, where his hand clasped mine and when his hand moved down and touched my thighs.

I tried to contain the sounds which were screaming to come out, and I was successful in my attempts as I managed to do so. It took some willpower, but I did it.

His finger stroked the fabric onmy underwear. His gaze moved away from my face and down my body, I bite down on my lower lip to hold back the moan which almost made its way out.

He was so big that only his upper body covered half of me. It was intimidating but I felt safe under him.

Sinn looked up, still hovering over me. His silver eyes met mine.

"First time?"

So he noticed. Why wouldn't he? It would be so obvious?

Heat rushed to my face out of embarrassment. I felt so exposed and vulnerable that I wanted to hide away from the world, but most importantly, from those ice-cold eyes which were staring at my soul.

Feeling overwhelmed by his gaze, I turned my head away from him, closing my eyes I gulped, nodding my head slightly.

There. I told him and now he'll make fun of me. I dug my nails inside the palm of my fisted hand and waited for his laughter or a mocking remark.

But that never came as the sound of wind rustling the leaves was all that could be heard in the room.

Instead, what came left me stunned to my core. He kissed my cheek.

His lips lingered there for a moment longer. I turned my head to meet his gaze again, too shocked to form words.

He looked at me with adoration in his eyes, an emotion I had never seen in them before.

"One step at a time, till you're ready."

His eyes never left me. Like he was memorizing every detail of my face in his head to never forget it.

He then removed his hand from my underwear and released our clasped hands. I rested both my forearms on my forehead and took deep breaths feeling breathless after what he did.

He pulled up my shorts back in their place and I thought he was done but then he moved his hand up under my shirt and his fingers traced up my stomach and halted at the beginning of my boobs which were covered by my bra.

"You're so beautiful that it's making it hard for me." His deep voice muttered staring down at me like he was seeing a greek goddess.

I held back my smile and smirked instead, "Making hard for you or your dick?"

He left wet kisses from my stomach up to my neck making me breathless.

I gazed at him, breathing heavily as he stared right at me. "Naughty aren't you Rebel?"

He nibbled at my skin on my neck. "And delicious."

He pulled down my shirt making them go back into their original place while having both of my hands still pinned on top of my head.

"To answer your question, you'll soon see whose it harder for."

His deep voice spoke leaving me staring at him as his lips hovered over mine but they grazed my nose instead, before he laid back down on his front, snaking his strong arm around my waist.