Page 50 of Nocturne

My throat goes parched looking at them. His digits are so thick and sexy that I wonder how they would feel on my skin. I’ve felt his touch, his hands are calloused, and the friction was delicious. Even without much experience, I know his fingers could elicit the deepest pleasures known. How would they feel wrapped around my hair or neck as he thrust-

I shake my head, ridding myself of those images.

My mind has turned into a gutter. Absolute sick fest.

I need to stop reading those raunchy novels Ivy and Iyra love so much. I fidget on the step as I look away and feel slicknessbetween my legs. Oh my god! What the frack is wrong with me? Since when I’ve turned into a hormonal rut, who gets wet without even having a man touch her?

“What are you thinking about, little siren?”

I draw a sharp gasp at his voice and nickname.

He is closer. I feel his breath right above my left ear. And if I turn, if I look at his eyes…I shudder to fathom what I would even do.

So I don’t turn.

I ignore the way my body comes alive under his attention, ignore the way I see his grip tighten around the railing and look at the sea. Deflection is the better choice right now. Under no circumstances am I indulging the sicko inside my head.

Party pooper.

“Rouge waves,” I squeak.

I start to talk. More for the sake of filling my mind with anything other than improper thoughts about this enigmatic man.

“I’m thinking about rouge waves.” My tone is much better now, “They are exceptionally large and spontaneous ocean waves that can appear suddenly and are much larger than surrounding waves. Did you know that they were once considered mythical by scientists until their existence was proven through satellite imagery and ship data?”

Something inside me eases when I can spout random facts that fill my head. I was bullied in my school and even in college for giving facts about things.

Even Ivy, who loves me dearly, had enough of my random nonsense. I stopped giving lectures arbitrarily when I realised how annoying I was being. Except for Cas, no one is interested in it. And Cas only listens when I talk about space and quantum physics. And sometimes, all this information inside my head wants an outlet.

“Ordinary waves merge into a single, enormous wave, which appears without warning and disappears just as quickly. According to an article, this sea and the connecting ocean see them more than any other,” I jut my chin towards the waters in front of us as I imagine the massive waves.

“It never ceases to amaze me that there is so much out there that we are yet to learn about. There is so much knowledge waiting to be found.”

“It is often said that humanity has explored more of outer space than the depths of our oceans. Can you believe that, Mr Devlin? We have explored more of what’s outside this planet than what's inside of it,”

At this point, I’m talking more to myself than him. But I’m glad that he is listening, not interrupting.

Is he listening? Or did he tune me out like my ex did?

Okay, let’s not go there right now.

“Why?”

I smile at his question.

He is listening.

“Well, most of the scientists would say that it is because of technological challenges or not having enough funds. But the truth is, they are scared.”

I turn slowly to face him and lean my back on the bannister to look at the man as I speak. His eyes are the lightest shade of grey I’ve seen on them, and I think some light crept into those otherwise dark eyes.

As I guessed, he is bent forward slightly as he looks down at me. His sliver scars shine under the dull light, enhancing his rugged beauty that tries to deviate me from the topic at hand.

“Don’t you think it’s unfair to conclude that something is dangerous just because they are afraid of its depth?”

He tilts his head to the side as those magnetic eyes fix on mine

“Maybe they are scared of what lurks underneath,” he says.

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