Verse Twelve

"Nervous?" he asked, his deep, velvety voice sending another shockwave of desire through my body.

I shook my head, too terrified of what my voice would sound like once I started speaking. If I did I was sure I'd sound like a breathless and desperate girl, the ones that always threw themselves on him.

I wasn't even sure I liked him that way. Obviously he was dangerously attractive, the way that when you see a wild animal out in the open you just feel the need to go up to it and see what it will do, even if it could kill you in an instant.

That was how I felt with Sebastian. Unsteady, like he held all the power. And he actually really did.

We were in his home, alone. He was practically half naked and was talking like I should do the same thing and take my clothes off as well! And sure, there were loads of body guards around the home that I had seen as his friend had dropped me off, but they worked for Sebastian!

I had barely recovered from the last time a guy had tried to see me naked, and it was not the time to be starting something with someone, especially someone with the caliber of fame and following as Sebastian Jennings.

I cleared my throat.

"So...you know how to teach self defense?" I asked him, trying to get to the point of why I was actually over at his house in the first place.

Not like I had a choice though. If Sebastian wanted to hang out with me, he'd find a way. He was, after all, Sebastian freaking Jennings.

I may or may not have creeped on his Instagram and Twitter profiles, and doing so honestly made me feel even more inadequate compared to him.

He had over one hundred million followers on one single platform alone, and I barely had a social media account to begin with...

"More or less," he said in response to my question that I'd forgotten that I had asked.

I really needed to get my brain, emotions and sweat glands under control otherwise it would make for a very sticky-or smelly-situation.

He was suddenly very close to me, his body in close proximity with mine and it wasn't because we were learning self defense moves.

My breathing hitched, my pulse quickening with each passing second.  I looked up into his eyes and wished I hadn't.  Not because I didn't like what I saw, but because I loved what I saw, and I was terrified that I would never be able to look away from those gorgeous and exploring green eyes.

His arm went up beside my head and I could practically feel the air sizzling with electricity as the tension in the atmosphere built to a fever pitch.

I could see his head moving dangerously close to mine, and I knew I had to stop it before he kissed me.

I didn't want to be just another one of his conquests that I read about in the articles online or heard about secondhand from Josie complaining and asking why those girls couldn't be her.  I wasn't going to be a cliche.

I hastily put one hand on his chest and ducked under the arm that had held me prisoner against the wall he had backed me up into and nervously laughed...again.

"So, which way to the gym?"

He smiled and looked at me as if he didn't know what to make of me, like he was trying to figure me out.  That made two of us.  I was trying to figure out his motives for doing what he was doing just as I was with him.

"That's strange," he said, motioning for me to follow him down a short hallway and we came to a stop outside a door that looked like it was beside his garage if memory served from the last time I had been to his home.

"What is?" I asked him, finally glad that I could think clearly now that his body heat wasn't muddling up my mind.

"No girl has ever rejected me like that...are you sure you're into guys?  Maybe you swing for the other team..." he suggested and I choked on my own spit from laughing so hard.

"So just because one person is immune to your self proclaimed 'good looks' that she must be a lesbian?  Please get over yourself.  Maybe you're just not all you think you are," I retorted back at him.

He gave me another appraising look as he opened the door to the training room and shook his head, a goofy smile on his handsome face and beckoned me inside, the dark room hastily lighting up as he flicked on a few switches.

It looked like a fully functioning gym that someone would have to pay a monthly fee to be a member of.  Everything was spotless, the color scheme black and steel grey.

There were machines of all shapes and sizes, treadmills, stairclimbers, even a few punching bags and a large area in the middle with a mat on it for hopefully training purposes, but with a guy like Sebastian Jennings who got what he wanted with a snap of his fingers, I couldn't tell.

"Why obviously.  No one is immune to the Jennings charm," he said, a devilishly handsome smirk lighting up his face as he leaned ever closer to me.

I took a few steps back from him to get some space and cleared my throat.

"Changing room?" I asked him, eager to get to the point of why I was there in the first place.

"Right.  First door on the left side of the room by the treadmills.  Clothes are in the locker.  Unless you just want to strip here, we don't have to wear workout clothes you know.  I find they just get in the way of-"

"I'm going now," I cut him off, not wanting to hear the rest of his excuse to see me naked.

I heard his twinkling laughter in resonate through the room as I made my way towards the locker room, and once I was inside I quickly deduced that his sister liked to work out in the most minimalistic clothing as possible.

I donned black spandex short shorts and barely held my rather large behind in them and slipped on the black v-neck t shirt that was thankfully not as revealing as I was expecting from her.

I put on the matching black shoes and threw my hair up in a ponytail and walked out, expecting to find Sebastian lounging on the mat waiting for me, but what I didn't expect was to be ninja karate chopped in the back as he was making very funny ninja like sounds.

"Hiya!" I heard as he dove into me and knocked me down to the ground.

"Hey!" I shouted at him, pulling at his hands that were wrapped around my body to keep me from getting up.

And then the tickling started.

"N-no please s-stop I ha-hate being tickled!" I tried to force out as his hands dug their way into my sides but he kept going and I had to use every ounce of will power in my body not to use my knees in his sensitive area.

I was scared he might sue me.

"Sebastian!" I yelled, hoping he would realize how much I hated what he was doing but he didn't stop.

"A rapist won't stop!  Fight back, show me what you've got!" he responded and I kicked and flailed my limbs but it was hard with how freakishly heavy he was.

"A r-rapist won't be tickling m-me!"  I forced out through the tears in my eyes from how hard I had been laughing.

"You're right.  This is just for me," he responded, pausing long enough so that I could see an ember burning in his eyes of temptation, and he began to lean in close to my face.

My eyes widened in surprise and I used all of my body strength to shove him away from me.  He fell in a heap on his back and even I was surprised with how easy it was to get him off of me when he was distracted.

That gave me a good strategy...

"Good.  But there's another thing that I'm wondering.  I'm half naked, you're half naked.  I was on top of you, things were supposed to happen.  But you pushed me off of you.  Now I really think you're a lesbian."

I raised one eyebrow at him while I laughed.

"Oh please.  You're just deflecting because your precious little boy ego was hurt by a girl.  Admit it," I said to him, taunting him even though I knew it was probably not a good idea.

He stalked across the floor slowly, like a wild lion sizing up its prey.

I gulped.

"I just don't think you like guys," he said, ever slowly moving towards me across the mat like we were in a wrestling match and he was sizing up his opponent.

"I can assure you that's not the case."

"Oh yeah?" he asked me, his body now directly in front of mine.

My heart was racing out of control and I was sure if he got any closer it would probably burst from how hard it was pumping.  My fight or flight instinct was about to kick in...

He lunged for me and pinned my arms down against the mat as he sat atop of me, green eyes blazing into my own.

"Prove it."