CHAPTER 8

Lucas POV

In the end the heart always wins. It is always easier to chose the biddings of the heart than to take hid to the warnings of the mind. Always easier.

"I'll stay." I finally answered. My eyes traveled down her brown beautiful eyes to her dry lips which I suddenly felt the urge to claim. 

I shook my head hard, clearing it from such forbidden thoughts.

Celine eyed me as she took a sip of her coffee, watching me while she sipped it. It reminded me of the first day we met when she pulled down her glasses to the top of her nose. She had the same look she had then, one of question. "So that is what you have decided. I was actually beginning to think that you suddenly became deaf." 

Her tone was demeaning yet I found it arousing. Was I turning into a submissive man?   

"How do you feel today." I blurted out ignoring her mocking remarks and the many questions in my head.

Celine dropped the cup of coffee on the tray then she took it behind her and placed it on her white bed side table. 

With her head on the brown comforter she gazed at me frowning, her brows joined together.

"Last I checked you are my driver not my doctor. Don't ask me silly questions next time.

Please leave." She said through clenched teeth. 

She had suddenly become cold, but then this time I was seeing it as a mask. A mask to hide something so painful if it was shown she might not survive the effect.

Goosebumps decorated my skin and my heart felt like it was sinking. Her eyes were filled with so much lifelessness I wanted to run, yet something in them drew me to it. I wanted to give those beautiful brown eyes like melting chocolate a life again. 

She was so beautiful, even when sick her skin was still so smooth, even with the eye bags she still looked like a goddess. A cold one with fair skin and full lips. Her long hair was dishevelled yet she looked perfect. I wanted to run my hands through them. I....

"What are you still doing here?" She asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"I'm sorry if my question was out of place I just. I'm sorry." I whispered looking down. I couldn't look into her eyes anymore for fear that they would overwhelm me.

"Not if, it was out of place. You may leave."  

I rose up my head to object to that, but when her eyes locked with mine I lost all words. She raised her brows and pressed her Lips together daring me to do anything other than what she had asked.

I nodded in surrender. "Sure MA" 

I turned to leave but turned back almost immediately. She had rushed into the bathroom pushing the door hard so it hit the wall with force. My heart jumped.

I followed behind making sure to keep my distance while at it. 

Then I watched painfully as she threw up in the toilet for the second time this week. She wasn't wreathing but she wasn't finding it easier to vomit either.

I wanted to be by her side, but her earlier words were fighting me from going to meet her.

When she made another gagging sound I threw caution to the wind and rushed out to get her water from the dispenser, coming back in she was sitting on the bathroom tiles looking so pale.

"Here." I whispered trying to hand her the cup but she couldn't take it. Her hands were shaking and anytime she tried to lift them up they fell. She exhaled loudly tears falling from her eyes.

I knelt down beside her damning  the possibility of her going rash on me for getting too close. Now it had become impossible for me to stay away.

 I placed the cup on her lips and ran my hands up and down her back urging her to drink with my eyes.

 She opened her mouth sipping the water slowly. When she had taken half the cup she threw up again, this time without much force.

I kept my hands on her back trying to calm her down until she was through. When she was done I helped her flush the toilet and dropped the cup on the sink.

Turning back, the look in her eyes cut me deep.