8: Give 'em a headbutt

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"A word of the wise, brother!"

Marcus hesitantly paused in the middle of his steps nearby the grand staircase and turned to Matt's teasing face.

"What?"

"Push and pull. That technique always works." He said half-shouting, half-whispering and motioned his arm pushing and pulling something before winking at him.

He was not born yesterday. Of course, he knew what he meant.

He scoffed, raised his right hand and flipped his middle finger to his twin.

"You're an arse!"

Matt gawked. "What? Did you get what I mean, my arse brother?" He was trying to hide his amusement over his brother's lame actions.

His eyes narrowed.

"Of course! You dirty minded sleazebag!"

Unknown to him, his face was already in a blush.

Matt laughed hysterically. "I'm not referring to "that", okay? What's inside that silly head of yours?!"

His temper was rising.

"You're a nob." He turned his back on Matt.

"You're a doofus! Find me if you need some relationship advice!"

"Forget it!"

Matt watched Marcus disappear on his sight.

"You just can't hide it, dear brother." He said shaking his head.

"Poor little, Marcus."

"Emily?" Matt turned to the person who spoke behind him.

The elegant lady in red dress paid her courtesy and gave her warmest smile.

"Welcome back, my lord."

He grabbed her arm and glanced at her pretty face. He was so shock seeing her again there, inside the grand manor. It felt like ages!

"Since when did you arrive? How are you? How's the old Lady D? Is she all right?"

Emily patted his hand.

"Calm down, my lord. We have all summer to talk about anything under the sun so if you wouldn't mind, care to join me for my late lunch?"

Matt smiled his widest. He took her arm and wrapped it around his.

"That's better." He excitedly said and they walked together to the dining hall.

"Miss me?" Emily teased.

"Like a century."

Their laughter echoed in the main hall.

In a corner, a shadow concealed itself as it spied on the two unaware souls exchanging their adventures while away from the grand manor.

...

"What are you doing here?" I moved around the bed and stepped back towards the open window by the dresser.

I can grab anything there if this rude man dares to touch me again.

"I said we need to talk. I hate repeating myself."

"Well, I hate you. It's a tie." I retorted.

He raised his hand and ran his fingers on his wavy locks.

I unwillingly ogled on each and every stroke of his fingers and listened to every frustrated sigh he drew.

I stopped breathing. Again.

"You used to like them." He commented. This guy saw me drool over his masculine sexy locks.

This is a trap!

I stared at him. He stared back. His eyes were piercing to my very core. It was a magnet I couldn't resist.

He made a step forward.

I stepped back. Twice.

"What are you doing, Mister?" Panic started to rush in my nerves.

Is he going to kiss me again?

I haven't fully recovered yet from his kiss earlier!

He moved forward not breaking our gaze.

"Are you seducing me?"

Why did I ask that, silly me!

I was getting tenser by the minute.

A sexy smile curved at the side of his lips.

I glanced at his lips.

Oh, that's quite nice!

Nooooo!!!!

There was an inner battle happening inside my chest.

I can hear my loud heartbeat again!

What is wrong with me?

"Are you seducible?" His smile widened as my eyes widened in total surprise.

"How dare you?" I hissed. I glared at him throwing menacing signals not to come nearer.

I stepped back again but it was already the dresser behind me.

I was cornered.

He moved closer. One more step and our bodies will be standing next to each other.

"You have nowhere to go now, wife." He stressed the last word as if he was reminding me who I am to him.

"Don't. Come. Closer. Or else?"

He made that one more step.

I stood against his broad manly chest. My hand held on to the two corners of the dresser behind me.

I swallowed a big lump on my throat.

Why does he smell this good?

Suddenly, I feel so hot inside.

Probably because it's summer, eh?

"Or else what? What are you going to do?" He prodded.

I pressed my lips.

I could hear his heartbeat too.

But mine was too strong, I couldn't hear my mind.

"I-I'll kick your arse!" I roared.

Marcus broke into laughter.

His laughter sounded like angels singing to me.

Somehow, I like it.

Nooooo!!!! Don't like it.

I blinked trying to distract myself.

"N-Nothing's funny here." I looked away.

He planted his hands against the wall. I was trapped inside his strong arms.

"I never knew you had this side, wife. I admit, you made me laughed real hard today."

I looked up to him again.

His eyes were saying a thousand words that I couldn't understand.

There were feelings of longing in there, regret, pain, jealousy, amusement, and a lot more complex than that I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

He gently stroked some stray strands of hair on my face.

My eyeballs followed every stroke he makes. Somehow, I felt better. I felt concerned even.

Somehow, I felt a strong desire to comfort him for some weird unknown reason.

"You know we have to talk, right?" He asked, almost a whisper against my ear.

I nodded.

"But I don't really want to. I want us to do something else than talk." He continued; his breathing suddenly became heavy.

"I-I will talk to you, if that's what you want." I stuttered already sensing something weird was about to happen.

He slowly shook his head.

"I meant it." He kept gazing at my face memorizing every edge and every curves.

"W-which one?"

He smiled again and stared at my lips.

Oh! I think I can do this all day.

"That I missed you."

"Oh?"

"And I want to... "

"You want to?"

His face drew closer as I anticipated what was about to happen.

"Y-You want to?" I repeated with my eyes wide open.

"I want to kiss you. Now." He declared as he gasped for air like it was his last straw to live.

My lips parted with bewilderment as his head slowly dipped towards mine.

*THUD*

"Ouch!"

I ducked and accidentally hit my head on the hard-solid metal leg of the dresser.

I fell on the floor with dizzy eyes. I winced and shook my head.

"Ruth!" I heard Marcus' worried voice above me.

I touched my forehead and screamed.

"Blood!!!! Oh my God! Blood!!!"