Emotions

"Nolan.." My voice was shaky, forcing me to take deeper breaths.

He was breathtaking. I took in his appearance which was much different than his work attire. He wore a set of dark blue jeans, white light-weight button down and a black leather jacket. His hair wasn't neatly parted to the side. It was tussled to the front, curling on the top and laying against his forehead. He look like he was just blown away by the wind.

For a moment, he only stood there. His body language emanated a sense of anger, but immediately relaxing when our eyes met. He seemed out of place, confused. He was contemplating on the words he should say, but nothing came out. He was just as surprised to be here as I was.

"What are you doing here?" I finally ask. I didn't want him here. Why was he here?

Nolan took a step forward, closing the door behind him. We were alone now. His lips pursed together before he bit the bottom part.

"You went out with Sam." His voice was calmer, echoing a sound of hurt. A watery substance outlined his eyes, but no tears were shed. It

I nodded in response and folded my arms across my chest. I felt weak around Nolan as if I was about to melt into him and feel relief after the way he treated me. I couldn't allow myself to do that and give in to him.

His eyes then ran over my appearance. "You look beautiful."

At this point, I felt annoyed. He still didn't answer my question. "You need to leave." I state.

Nolan narrowed his brows together and stepped forward again, but I stepped back. He continued to step forward, forcing me to step back again but my back was met with the wall. I curse in my mind, but couldn't take my eyes off him. Why was he toying with me. Just earlier, he couldn't stand me but now. What's his problem?

"I'm sorry." He finally said. His eyes softened and I felt the tips of his fingers glide over my cheek.

His touch was astronomical. It was careful yet dominating and I wanted to submit. The emotions flooding my body were overwhelming and I couldn't give him a response. I was frozen. The familiar feeling I shared with him the other night came back in and I couldn't resist. He was taunting me with his looks, his demeanor, the way he speaks to me. I can't keep myself away from him.

He continued to rub the skin across my cheek bone before cupping the base of my neck, leaving his thumb along the jawline.

"Nolan.." I whisper, I began to quiver under his grasp. I knew what he was doing. This was his MO. Doesn't speak, only actions. I can't imagine it being this way forever. His actions spoke louder than words.

He eyed my expressions, studying my face as if looking for an answer. "Why do you have such a hold on me?" He questions softly. "Since the first day I saw you." His head leaned in, closing in on my ears.

"How do you do this to me.." He whispers, blowing the strands of hair away from my ears. He sounded annoyed with himself, disappointed that he allows himself to become so weakened in my presence. He tried to deny me, ignore me, and push me aside, but in the end he wanted to be near me.

I couldn't figure out what to say. I was speechless and confused. "Nolan." I said again, beginning to push him away.

He ignored my protest and pressed his puckered lips against mine. The feeling radiated immediately throughout my body. A dynamite was ignited inside of me and I found myself turning into a gelatin-like state. His lips engulfed mine protectively, lingering for a moment before parting my own lips to return the passion.

Wait--no.

I managed to shovel my hands in front of me and peel him away. His body slumped over slightly, groaning in annoyance.

"You don't get to be the victim." I said.

With an apologetic look, he stepped forward.

"I need you to leave." I walked over to the door and turned the knob to open it, but Nolan pushed it back closed with a small force that startled me. I turn my head to see him staring at me again.

"You can't see him again." He demanded.

The sudden boss-like manner annoyed me. "You don't control me." I sputter.

"How dare you come here and try to tell me what to do!" I could feel the nerves under my skin pulse with madness.

This man was ridiculous and condescending to think he could waltz in here and swoon me. I had a great time tonight, with someone that wasn't him! I had only known Nolan for over a week and I was not about to allow myself to fall for him.

I never allowed myself to take kindly to any guys throughout college. I stayed to my studies, turned my nose up to whoever tried to ask me out. This wasn't me, this wasn't what I pictured after graduation. These men!

I huffed in frustration and closed my eyes.

"Why don't you go back to Margo?"

I heard a chuckle come from behind me that made me turn my body completely around. Was he laughing at me?! I look up at him in anger.

His caramel eyes wrinkled upwards with his smile. "Does it bother you that I have other women around me?" He questioned teasingly.

Did it? No! I don't care what this man does. I wanted him out of my apartment. I reached for the door knob again but Nolan stopped me by taking my hand in his. His touch yet again sent a chilling surge through my body.

"Does it?" He continued to press. The inches between us were closed once again and his breath fanned the top of my hair. His expression changed to a playful smirk, enjoying the mess he made me.

"Do you hate the idea of another woman touching me?" His voice lowered, guiding my hand to come closer to him. I was struck in awe at his questions. I felt embarrassed for such foolish behavior, but I couldn't take my eyes away from him.

I only bit my lower lip, quickening my breath. The reaction I gave him sent him into an excited state. He guided my hand to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as he still held a grip. I could see his revealed chest rise and fall with the breaths he took. The muscular outline of his build attracted me to him.

"I promise you're the only one that has touched me since then." He lead my fingers from the top of his collarbone down the indentions across his chest, to the beginning of his jeans.

I watched him, unable to speak. I couldn't shake him from my desire to want him.

After a moment of silence, his head leaned down, hovering over my face now. His lips kissed the corner of my mouth, lingering there as he spoke in a low, husky voice.

"The only one to make me cum."

I widened my eyes, feeling my face become warm in embarrassment. How dare he.

Before I could respond, he released my hand, stepped back and buttoned his shirt back together as if he accomplished what he came here for. I clenched my teeth, taking a deep breath and opening the door again.

Nolan looked at me once more before walking out the door. When I closed the door, I slumped down to the floor. My legs were shaking and my thoughts were spinning. What the hell just happened?