Blood moon rising

Aria's P.O.V

“Seriously! You want to do this right now?”

His touch, the taste of his lips, was all I thought of. I guess being away for too long would make a lonely girl feel that way, even though I was never alone.

“Not really. I thought maybe we could talk… about ‘US!” His warm arms still did not let go of mine.

There were two things Ethan was good at. One was that he was completely handsome; those dark eyes could sweep any girl off their feet. And second: he was a master of words. And for some inexplicable reason, he had managed to have a way over my heart, even though I knew the consequence of such love.

“You know how this thing is. We must avoid suspicions,” he said with a voice above a whisper. He glanced back and forth in the lobby before placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I relished its taste.

Of course it would have been hotter if the situation were different. A guy like him could not afford to be seen with me. Least of all kissing.

He glanced back and forth and sighed. “Look, I know this is—”

“There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you.”

Ethan let go of my arms the moment the words came forth. He made a smile that I thought to be fake, and turned.

“I was just showing Aria where to find the wine for the auction,” he lied. The grim face, now beamed with smiles.

My gaze fell to the floor in her presence. Mrs Redwood, my adoptive mother. The woman who found pleasure in my torture. Even though my feet did not move an inch, I knew I was going to get her usual remark.

“That's so thoughtful. But you know you don't have to,” she smiled back.

“Ahh, I'm happy to do it. The pleasure is mine. Besides, Aria is quite cooperative,” his gaze met mine for a few seconds before turning back to her. What a lair!

“Come. We have a lot to discuss. We are only a few hours away,” said Mrs Redwood, placing an arm on his shoulder in an attempt to lead him away. Just then, the ‘witch’ shot back her venom eyes; eyes so wide that I thought she would eat me there and then.