My Unforgivable Mate novel Chapter 16

"Jesus Christ!" I almost scream seeing Saint just standing there opposite the bathroom. My heart beats in chest as I let out a breath of relief and try clam my heart down, Saint looks away and I move in front of a wall before leaning on it.

He sets off and I just watch him go for a second, he turns to see I'm still standing by the bathroom and that's when I clock he wants me to follow him. I walk behind him following him into yet another room, this looks like a living room. It has a L shaped sofa and a tv, a coffee table and you can even see the outside from the open windows.

I move to the sofa and take a seat relaxing a little, I would love nothing more but to get out of this outfit right now, I wanna take my makeup off and throw my hair in a messy bun. This is tiering.

"How come you don't talk?" I look up at Malic's question, he too takes a seat on the sofa still keeping distance between us.

"Your not very approachable." I reply to his questions and his eyebrows frown before his face relaxes. "I feed off of energy, what you get is what your giving."

"What energy am I giving off?" He questions crossing his arms and spreading his legs again.

"Closed off but confident." I sit up and cross my ankles, his eyes stay on mine but I look away pretending to find the paintings that are hung around the room interesting.

"Why'd you never wear your hair down?" His question catches me off guard a little, how'd we go from talking about vibes to hair?

"It's really long and tiering, and I handle it better when it's in a ponytail." I try explaining looking up at his hair unintentionally, he's got loose waves but his hair is cut short.

"Can I see it out?"

"No," I shake my head and he just watches me "I don't like your stare."

"You don't?" He tilts his head.

"Nope," I shake mine "It makes you look intimidating and dangerous."

"Maybe that's the look I'm going for." He stares at me with his ice blue eyes and I just look back to him, oh how Nia love this. What she wants and what I want are pulling at each other, I want to stay here and shut up so I don't have got talk to Saint.

I don't know if he does it intentionally but his thumb runs back and forth across the back of my hand before I pull away hesitantly.

"Thank you again!" Dad says opening the door, I follow close behind him taking a last glance at Saint's smiling parents and then him. His face focused on my father and I with his hands in his pockets. I turn back to my dad and he opens my door for me then waves at the Salvadore before getting inside.

The first thing I do I take my fucking shoes off finally letting me feet breath, I curl my toes listening to my feet crack as I do so. Dad turns on his engine and I put my seatbelt on. "So how was it?" We start to move.

"It was pretty boring." I tell him and we set off into the night, I look out the window letting the street lights hit my face every time we pass one.

"Maybe next time." Dad tells me getting on a highway.

"There's gonna be a next time?!" I turn to him and he just simply nods. The twenty minutes ride home is filled with silence and I'm glad because it gave me enough time to think about my next excuse, I can say I'm sick and have to stay home.