Chapter 273 - Two Hundred And Seventy-three: Sweet Little Villain (1/2)

Isabella's point of view

”You do know this is called vandalism?” Pedro said for the nth time already, pointing at the graffiti on the wall.

I rolled my eyes while daubing badass motivational speeches graffiti across the wall, ”Pedro, I called you here to accompany me, not criticize me - relentlessly,”

”We could get arrested for this,” He complained.

”Going to jail is the fun part,” I winked at him.

”Joking,” He was so silly, ”We are not going to go to jail, besides -” I was still saying when I heard the sound of an incoming siren, ”And yeah, you had to jinx our luck,”

I stopped spraying at once, putting back the canisters in the bag, saying hurriedly to him ”What are you still waiting for, get your ass moving!”

Swinging the bag over my shoulder, I took hold of Pedro's hand and ran off just as the police van pulled up beside us. They gave us a hot chase, but I had studied this area before coming to attempt this vandalism - in Peddy's view.

Art is meant to be expressed and I just did those on those walls. I gave it life, my graffiti was better on it than the plain faded white paint that was peeling off already.

”Quick, here,” I drew Pedro into a narrow, dimmed alley. The police car sped past us with no idea where we just sneaked into.

”That was close,” Pedro threw his head back against the wall in relief.

”Yeah,” I agreed, ”I'm totally liking this closeness,”

His brow raised at my comment, his eyes traveling down to discover how pressed together our bodies were.

A smirk pulled my lips to the side, I loved this; my vein was throbbing with anticipation, and my heart slamming against my chest; I simply felt alive.

I had never felt this way with someone and had never planned on it but then, there could always be room for adjustments.

It was obvious that Pedro was affected too. I heard him draw a sharp breath, he shivered when I placed my hand on his chest and the other wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer till our heads were touching.

He shifted uncomfortably, ”Isabella, there's something I need to -”

”Shh, don't destroy this moment,” I hushed him, pressing my finger against his lips. Gosh, he was so hot.

We stared into each other's eyes, I swear I could see stars in there. Pedro had the palest of blue eyes I had ever seen and I wouldn't mind staring in them all day. Was this what my father felt for Maya because if this isn't love, I don't think it's anything else.

”Isabella, I really need to -”

And Of course, he dared me.

I used that opportunity to kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth and drinking from him, till he was sucked numb. This soul was mine to devour.

Pedro groaned into the kiss, his hand moving to snake around my waist and pulling me so close to him that we might as well have been naked; I could feel every part of him, including the reactive little brother.

Sure, it had been awkward after that moment in the living room but none of us had talked about it till now - we weren't doing much talking either.

Pedro's hands were really talented, they moved down to cup my butt, I moaned, threading my hand into his hair and pulling him closer; we were practically eating each other's faces.

The kiss stole my breath away, getting more intense when his hand slipped into my shirt. But then, he pulled away.

I was dissatisfied, I wanted more and stepped forward, trying to pull him in for another passionate kiss when he pushed me away.

”I'm sorry, Isabella, but I can't do this anymore,” He said, chest heaving from the effect of what we shared.

”What are you talking about?” I laughed it off. What could make him this serious? He was probably shy or stunned about how fast this was going.

Well, I couldn't blame him. I've always had a direct and prompt personality and approach to life. I don't believe in wasting the little time we had to spend here on earth, which means some people couldn't keep up with my speed. But Pedro shouldn't have to worry, I could slow down for him.

”I don't know how to say this but you should know I'm very sorry,” He licked his lips nervously which made me begin to worry. Why was he so nervous?

”Pedro, come on, talk to me. I'm going to listen,” I beckoned him to open up to me with a warm smile - and you should know I never smile. Warmly.

He scratched the back of his head, hesitant to say a word.

”Seriously, talk to me, Pedro,” I urged him, taking his hand and intertwined our fingers together.