Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,86

up in his gaze. They are a swirl of blue, yellow and white stars on a deep purple backdrop that almost seems endless. I shake my head, stepping back, forcing him to let me go. “Wow, I almost forgot how much of an eegit you are for a second then.”

“I almost thought you could be romantic for a second there too,” he replies and looks away. He can shove those romantic ideas right up his pretty arse. Not that I’ve been looking at said arse…much.

"I'm a firm believer that we should be friends," I tell him as he places the dress on the dresser and tenses as I speak. Storm looks at me with determination, and I take a step back without realising I've done it. Storm feels like a wolf looking at his prey, determined to catch me no matter how long it takes. My pounding heart only makes every second seem so much longer, more drawn out than before.

"I'm not," Storm simply states as he walks right up to me, placing his hands on my face and pressing his lips to mine. Nothing about the way he kisses me is simple. His lips devour mine with enough passion to set the world on fire, and his dominating kisses make me forget there is a world altogether. Just as I go to press myself into his body and slide my hands onto his face, he pulls away, stepping back and leaving me in a breathless, confused state.

"I..." I start to speak, only to have no clue what I should say to him. I'm not immortal, and he is, meaning there is no chance for us to have a real future. This is just torturing each other...and I want more.

"Tell me you still want to be friends, and I will be the best fucking friend you've ever had. I won't ask for more even if it kills me. Say nothing, let me leave this room and take you on a date tomorrow. We will be so much more than anything you could imagine," he tells me. Any words get frozen in the back of my throat as Storm walks to the door, slowly opening it and looking back once at me. The look is possessive, sexy and right now, I realise I'm in for a whole world of trouble with Storm. The kind of trouble that is only going to break my heart, but I know it will be damn worth it.

30

"If sexy Storm or Killian or even Seth doesn't want to devour you tonight, then something is wrong with the world," Jade remarks, and Coxen nervously coughs from his place at her side. His arm is wrapped around her waist, and it only makes me grin, remembering Jade sneaking into my room last night to tell me excitedly all about her and Coxen. They even say the L word now, and Jade said she never told a guy that before, let alone after only knowing him a month. Even though it's only been a month, it feels like so much longer than that. Our little makeshift family works in a very strange way. Killian, Storm and Seth have some kind of bromance going on, even though none of them admit it. Coxen and Jade are cute together and make sure we all eat together and get along. Hell, it somehow works.

I haven't told Jade about the kiss with Storm yesterday because I haven't even admitted it happened to myself yet. The lines of friendship are seriously blurry with Storm, Killian and Seth. The tension is hard to ignore. I've found the most attractive men in the world, who are also smart, brilliant and make me laugh. These men are something of dreams, and I live with all three of them. I can hardly remember any of my exes now. They are a blur, and every moment with my gods is clearly plastered in my mind forever. Wait, not my gods. My is not a word I should use to describe all three of them.

Storm is possessive in his nature, and if that kiss was anything to go by last night, he isn't giving up on me. Killian is teasing, the complete opposite to Storm in a way. I never know if he is this flirty and teasing with everyone, and if he means it all or not. Seth I just don't understand, and I doubt I ever will. The way he looks at me sometimes, all dark and moody