• ~ Tory ~

    We fell onto the ground, the breath rushed out of Noah in a rush as his back hit the floor. Luckily for both of us, his head didn’t hit the ground because I didn’t feel like carrying him to the hospital wing on the other side of the building.
    I steadied myself on my hands, my knees alongside his hip and looked down at his amused face. “Serves you right,” I said in a stern voice.
    He laughed, laughed! I shook my head at him, this man and his weird sense of humour. Everything seemed forgotten, again, about before because Noah could just laugh it off like a click of his fingers. Maybe that was because I was very close and warm against his body, his stomach was comfortable to sit on. I wanted it to be bare so more heat would radiate onto my skin and it could slide against mine.
    “Maybe you should get off me,” Noah mumbled, eyes darkening.
    What if I don’t want to…I thought to myself as I bit my lip in indecision and curled my hands into tight fist.
    His eyes darkened more and his hands tightened against my thighs that I realised were suddenly there. “Or you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
    “How does this feel wrong yet so right at the same time?” I asked softly, uncurling one of my hands to stroke his chest.
    “Because it’s me.” He smirked playfully at me.
    “You wish mate,” I playfully growled back at him, my accent slipping.
    His eyes lit up as he smiled. “That accent is hot.”
    I could feel a blush heat my cheeks; I forgot I had that accent because I rarely let it slip.
    “Well, yes. I could say the same as you.” I let more slip out than I should have.
    His smile widened. “You think my accent is hot?” He let his Irish tone roll off his tongue.
    I slapped his arm, playfully. “Stop it! I didn't mean it like that! Every girl thinks Irish accents are hot.”
    His smile faded and his eyes went hazy. “Get up.”
    I sat there for a few more seconds, processing what he said. Then stood up and moved to the side so he could stand. He stood in a fast, graceful fashion that I didn't think he possessed but was proven wrong.
    And he was walking away from me. My mouth dropped, literally. I gapped at his back as he walked in the other direction.
    “Noah! What are you doing?” I called out to him.
    He stopped but didn't turn. “Escorting you back to your room Miss Jordan.”
    I was confused, I thought he wanted me but he was so cold towards me now.
    “I don’t want to go to my room,” I mumbled quietly, feet planted in my spot.
    He heard me, he turned to look at him with cold, distant eyes. “Don’t play with me Tory, I’m not up for it.”
    I stared, unblinking at him. I wasn’t playing with him, I knew I wanted him as much as he wanted me but I was denying it.
    I tore my gaze from his and did the only thing I could think of. I went to the door of his room and leant against the door frame, facing him with crossed arms.
    He watched my every move, took a step forward in my direction and stopped again. A frown appeared on his face.
    “What do you want, Tor? Tell me what you want,” he asked softly.
    I licked my lips while staring at him, tongue darting across my dry lips. Noah’s hands clenched together in effort to control himself and I smiled.
    “You.” That was my answer.
    It took him a minute to process what I said then he went into action, striding up to me and forcefully cupping my face to claim my lips in a hot kiss. His tongue caressed the stem before I let it tangle with mine; my hands sank into his thick hair as I pulled him closer to my body.
    He didn't want to waste any time. Hands at my thighs, he picked me up so my knees were either side of his hips and didn't stop kissing me in the process. He used his foot to open his door wider and used the heel of his foot to close it again.
    I giggled when I got my mouth free of his; he smiled at me and carried me the rest of the way into the dark bedroom. My mind completely on him for the night.
    •

    My eyes flashed open, memories of the night before appeared first in my mind before I could recognize where I was. Noah and I, together, kissing and our clothes disappearing were what flashed in my head.
    I moved my head to the side, seeking him to make sure he had stayed with me. The only thing I was greeted with was empty space, my heart fell just that little bit but I had told myself that I shouldn’t be surprised at his actions anymore. He was the next boss after all, the next Drake Agency Commander.
    I rolled the opposite way, trying to get the thought out on my head, and searched for the nearest clothing item I could find with my eyes. A purple t-shirt was laid out at the end of the bed along with my jeans, boots and underwear. My heart sank even more; even though I tried not to let it affect me.
    I started to pull my clothes on, wanting to get out of this room for a while and maybe even longer. I had pulled on my second boot when a shiver worked up my spine, I straightened immanently.
    Frowning as I thought to myself, what was that about? There shouldn’t be any danger around here but that shiver felt familiar.
    Frowning harder, I got up from the bed and walked to the door. People were rushing past and around the corner of the hallway. As I got closer, I could hear the yelling.
    “More, we need more people!”
    “Damnit!”
    “********, how the hell?!”
    “Quick, get down here!”