Breaking Boundaries

Chapter 8 - Broken Boundary

Mind fogged, brain shut down, body numb, I zeroed out. I was falling internally as my exterior part of the body froze. Time froze on me. The ground zeroed out on me. Masculinity and spicy soap filled my nostrils, and I fought from moaning. But I was far gone. I wasn't in my element anymore so I let the electrical current from his touch shoot through me. It wasn't reviving me, it was pulling me down to absolute submission. Tightening his grip on my waist, his breath found my ear and I shivered.

"Breathe," he whispers. My brain picks up the command and my body obeys. I take a breath. And another. My thoughts twisted upside down and all the rational part of me vanished. It catapulted out the window.

"Klaus," I whisper.

"Sweet, Maya. Heart racing, breaths uneven, veins throbbing. You've broken the boundaries." My eyes shoot open and my feet plants back on the ground from cloud 9.

"I haven't done anything."

"Oh, but you have. You've done a lot. Tell me. Do you like to be touched?" He breathes into my ear, causing goosebumps to break out on me. Why is he saying this to me?

"Please, Mr. Benton." My voice betrays me. Moisture pools in between my legs. This isn't right. This is not what it's supposed to happen.

"Where is your mind wandering?" He holds me tighter but he doesn't understand the effect it puts me in. I struggle.

"Macbeth."

"I'm a teacher. I understand body. I didn't come this far for nothing so don't lie to me. What's in your mind, little bunny?" I struggle harder but then I stop. I stop fighting.

"You." He let's go of me and I take this as an opportunity to grab my belongings and walk out. Running straight to my house and up the bedroom, I crash nearly missing the bed. The scene plays over and over again in my head. Eyes wide, mouth agape, I did the one thing I never figured I would do. The "you" was never suppose to come out of my mouth. So out of my element, and my emotions mixed up, I feared now. He let me go but it wasn't until I glanced back and realized what I truly did. Dilated eyes, he went from one point of safe zone to a danger one in milliseconds and dominating effect pushed at me.

A stray tear slips out of my eyes because dammit I don't think before I speak. Another tear slips out because dammit he didn't have to touch me to pull that information out of me. Wiping my tears off, I picked up my MacBook and with a force, opened the lid to get at it. I'm going to know everything I need to know about Macbeth and show him that I can actually do this.

And I do it. I study freaking Lady Macbeth for hours until I tire. I throw my laptop on the side and sigh. The clock strikes 9, and I get up to shower. Skipping dinner is the last thing I want to do but it's also far from my mind. I don't want to shower. In fact I don't want to do anything but I do it anyways.

Lazily washed and with a towel around me, I step out of the shower with steam following me suit. Just when I'm about to open my closet, I hear a honking sound outside of the window. Don't look, don't look. I'm chanting that over and over again in my head and I even succeed before a female voice catches my attention. I turn around, stalk up to the window and look out. A pretty blonde steps out of her SUV and heads towards Klaus who walks out the door. I can't hear words, but I can see actions. Skin to skin, they touch with a hug. The blonde steps inside but he remains outside. As if he can sense that I'm stalking them, he slowly looks to the side and up towards me. Our eyes lock. For a split second neither of us move. His jaw ticks as I look away.

I don't care. I don't care! Why should I care that he has a female lurking inside of his house? The explicit jealousy that rages inside of me is far from anything I can fathom. Turning away from the window, I quickly dress and lay down. I don't want to know what they're doing inside but my mind wanders and my chest constricts.

My phone dings, pulling me out of my dangerous thoughts and I bite my lip. For a minute, I don't make a move to grab it. But curiosity gets the best of me. Bright light from my phone flashes at me.

Eavesdropping, I see.

His reply is smart. But I can be smarter. I turn to the window, give him a smile, and type.

Tell your women not to be so loud next time. I look up. His expression is dull. I can't read him. He chuckles, gives me one last look before stepping inside. He didn't deny it nor accepted the fact that she in fact is his women. I never felt more stupider. Laying back down on bed, I think about all the reasons to stay away from him. With an aching heart, I close my eyes. Another sound of my phone brings me to sit up. I grab it.

You still up for tomorrow, right chick?"- Cara.

I sigh and reply with a yes. Here's to drinking away tomorrow for today because that one "you" was never suppose to come out. But it did. And he threw it right back at me.