Part 29 (1/2)
”I'm a vampeen. No human can inflict harm on me now, remember?” I smiled.
He nodded once remaining serious. ”Mel's waiting for you. I'll be down here if you need anything.”
Somehow, despite speaking to me, I knew there was a quiet storm below his surface. Though I wanted to embrace him, to kiss him softly in appreciation, I didn't. I knew he wasn't approachable right now. Mike didn't inflict physical harm on Kellan, but he did initiate some sort of blow to him. It left me puzzled. It made me realize that despite our connection, despite seeing and knowing most of his past, there was still so much more I had yet to uncover; so many secrets still projecting the same dark mystery over him.
I ran upstairs as he drifted silently towards the family room. I burst through my door wanting to escape the tension downstairs.
”O.M.G. Lex! I heard yelling and a thud. Kellan looked p.i.s.sed like he was trying to control himself! Are you okay? What happened?!” she blurted nervously scurrying to my side.
I detailed the recent events including the uneasy feeling from Kellan just now.
”Oh gosh Lex. I'm so sorry,” she murmured.
”What are you sorry for? It's not your fault.”
”No, it is. I brought him here.”
”Mel, seriously, don't guilt me with that. It happened. Good news is he's gone.”
”Do you think he's gone for good?” she pressed carefully though I knew she held the conclusion prior.
”I know he's not. But I also know he's gone for now and I'm ready to spend time with my best friend who I haven't seen in a while,” I smiled. ”Now what should I wear tonight?”
To that Mel cheered up. ”O.M.G. Lex, you are going to look fab! Seriously killer. Your aunt bought you a dress to die for! It's so over the top. Oh and you have a hair appointment at three,” she announced moving towards the bags on the bed.
”Well what are you waiting for? Let me see it!” I prompted.
I could only imagine how much Aunt Claire spent and felt nauseous just thinking about it.
Mel carefully unzipped the white garment bag and held up the dress that was concealed.
I gasped. It was gorgeous; simple yet intricate with rich fabrics. I could calculate that the dress would fall just above my knees. It was a soft, aqua, silk fabric with a black lace overlay in a beautiful floral pattern with scalloped edging that overhung the silk at the bottom. The neckline was a sweetheart with teal spaghetti straps delicately incorporated. It was a body hugging dress with an over the top piece de resistance. Attached seamlessly was a teal five inch wide chiffon ribbon engulfing the smallest part of my waist.
As Mel spun the dress I saw it melted in the back as an oversized yet stiff bow when the dress was zipped up. Lying in the center was a gorgeous antique black, gold, and blue rose broach tying in the entire color scheme exquisitely. Its zipper had been concealed by a faux corset b.u.t.ton up back.
This was the type of dress young and fresh European royalty would wear to an event. It's modern and turn-of-the-century in one design. Even the lace seemed antique set atop the imported silk below.
”O.M.G. Mel. You weren't kidding. It's gorge! But what shoes will I wear?” I asked absently still in awe of the masterpiece before me.
She pulled out a small shoe box from another bag. Set inside were four-inch high black satin under black lace peep-toe heels. I stood there stunned by my evening's ensemble. It was beautiful, divine in every way.
”Told you Jason will fall for you,” Mel finally spoke.
”Too bad I've never had eyes for him.”
She chuckled, ”Yea. You tend to leave that for the other airheads.”
”Ok, let's get started,” Mel said dumping a salon worth of make-up on my bathroom counter. ”So I'm thinking light smoky eyes, a tiny bit of blush, and pale rose lips.”
”Sounds perfect.” I quietly set the toilet seat down and planted myself on top of the ceramic lid. Mel began blotching my face with a liquid of some sort. ”What are you wearing tonight? Describe your dress,” I prompted.
”Well, your aunt bought me one too but it's much simpler than yours. It's a strapless blue dress that totally gives me b.o.o.bs. I love your aunt for that one alone! It's a little shorter than yours but flares out a bit at my boyish hips. Basically the dress actually gives me some curves. I love it!” she gushed excitedly.
”And shoes?”
”I have some strappy silver heels.”
”You're getting your hair done too right?”
”Of course. I can't handle my rats nest alone.”
”Awesome. What salon are we going to?”
”No salon. Your aunt is no joke. The stylists are coming here. Oh! And your aunt said no one can see you until the party so I hope you kissed Kellan already.”
”No, but I'll survive I suppose. I just hope Mike doesn't show up and cause a scene tonight,” I stated, praying even as the words left my mouth.
”Close em',” Mel commanded, swiping the brush of smoky grey across my lids.
”So Caleb, is he meeting you there then?”
”Yea. Pretty much. Your aunt called this morning and I guess she already set everything up because we're riding together to the party.”
”What about Kellan?” I felt nervous and longed for him to be beside me even as I asked the question. I felt like I was missing something without him next to me.
”He's driving his car,” she shrugged.
”I love how you know everything. I feel so left out,” I whined.
”Duh! Cause it's a surprise party. Technically you shouldn't even know why you're dressing up so fancy.”
”Yea, yea. You almost done?”
”h.e.l.lo?! It hasn't even been twenty minutes. Take a pill and chill. Perfection doesn't happen in less than twenty.”
”Humph,” I grumped before resting in silence for a solid ninety-seven seconds as Mel applied piles of eye shadow.
”Lex, I know I don't go serious on you a lot, but what do you feel with Kellan? Do you think he's the one like your forever guy?” she asked sheepishly. This was odd for her. Mel was never awkward or shy when it came to getting answers from me.
I sat quietly for a bit reflecting on my feelings for Kellan. I'd never been asked to describe them, to entertain their foundation before. This was a subject I even avoided with myself. I never forced words around what we had; I never pressed to define it.
”I know I probably will sound crazy, but it's how they describe it in every romance novel. It's this instinctual connection that's unexplainable, yet continually drives me into his arms. Regardless of how much time we spend together, I'm always happy to see him again. Every time he touches me my skin tingles; my heart often sprints when he says my name, even if he's mad. He's stronger than me in every way yet makes me feel like his equal, like together the skies hold no limits, no gravitational bars.
”I think about him, dream about him. He lies in every part of me as if I couldn't survive without him. I would be an empty pit of hollow bitterness should he no longer exist in my world. My life didn't have meaning until he came along. It's like he spelled the definition of it with our first embrace. When he kisses me, not just a peck, but a pa.s.sionate embrace, it's better than I believe s.e.x will ever be. We merge on an uncharted level. I'm actually able to hear his thoughts, feel what he's feeling in that moment. It's as if the planets align and do a counter-clockwise turn just for us. I feel as if I'm impenetrable; nothing can touch me when I'm wrapped in his arms.
”I can't even describe how certain I am that, after feeling all I have with him, nothing could surpa.s.s our experience. Nothing and no one could sweep me off my feet with a stronger capsule to carry my interest alone. He brings out the best in me with each part of him he shares. He strengthens my aura simply with his presence. He tugs my heart with even a twist of his lips. I desire every part of him. I want to forever see his dimple when he's smiling beautifully, hold his hand regardless of the amount of wrinkles upon it. My heart has made it impossible for me to leave him; my mind is always thinking of him. I'm forever tied to this man, yet, I find myself enjoying this sentence.