Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

room, taking notice of my open window. He had climbed up and inside to talk to me. I started to get worried again, even though somehow, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
    Even if he did, my family was downstairs. At the very least, my sister could attack with curling irons and hairspray, and he would get one hell of a makeover.
    He never pulled back from hovering too close to my face.
    “ Does your head hurt?” he asked, looking worried.
    I nodded. “Really bad, I think something is wrong with me.”
    He put his hands up to my head. “I can’t heal you, but I can take the pain from your head. You've been doing it a lot lately, too much. You're tired.”
    His words made no sense to me and I wanted to pull away, but his touch on my head sparked feelings everywhere.
    His hands were burning, my head nearly broke into a sweat as he touched either side. His eyes stayed focused on me. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his smile. His upper lip was fatter on one side making his lips always crooked. I wanted to suck that top lip. I blushed, realizing what I was thinking about and cleared my throat, as he pulled his hands away.
    He smiled with the bigger side only, giving me the crooked smile. “Is it gone?”
    I couldn’t remember what we had been talking about, but I nodded anyway, mesmerized.
    I couldn’t snap out of the way he made me feel. My nerdy, geeky body was responding to him in ways I didn’t know how to operate. I needed a manual.
    Something about him being close to my bed, and me being in nothing but my panties and a tank top, made me think about him sliding into the sheets with me. His mouth was moving again. I decided this was my new favorite thing to watch.
    “ Aimee, snap out of it,” he raised his voice.
    I switched back to reality. “Sorry, I’ve been funny lately.” I tried to cover up the fact, I was becoming like a guy and blood was starting to leave my head. I felt ashamed. I had decided he was a bad guy and there I was falling for the bad guy, when I had a very good guy who was falling for me. I was becoming Alise.
    He looked distracted by me too. His eyes were burning as he watched me. I realized he was waiting. He had to have asked me a question and I had missed it. I shrugged at him, hoping that would satisfy his question and we could move on.
    He leaned in very close, I was taken aback but I never budged. His hot breath tickled my lips. I gulped knowing what was about to happen.
    He never closed his eyes, even though he was an inch from my face. My eyes went blurry as he got close; I could imagine the taste of his mouth. He smelled like Heaven. It was the smell of fresh air mixed with something I couldn’t place. I wanted to fight my body and my urges and pull away from him, but I was a snake caught in the music of his pungi. He had charmed every inch of me—inches I didn’t know existed.
    After a very long moment, he moved in the last inch and his lips brushed mine. It was so soft, I couldn’t stand the torture. I leaned in, but he seemed to pull back keeping our touch light. His soft lips brushed mine, caressing them like a lover. His tongue slowly grazed my lips, sending a shiver up my spine and then down again. I didn’t know what was happening, but the control I worked everyday to maintain was gone. I wasn’t in charge. I had no sarcasm for the moment, it was raw emotion. I understood ragged breath, as mine had become inconsistent. I didn’t need air, I needed his kiss to deepen and relieve me of the build of tension.
    He pulled away though, leaving me hanging there.
    I watched him smile, like a light had switched on. I felt my face curl into a frown, I wanted to cry. I understood crack addicts’ need for their addiction. I needed his skin to touch mine again. I wanted him to crash onto my face, crushing me with a powerful kiss, but instead he started talking.
    “ Aimee, I'm cursed.”
    I didn’t care. Bad luck had rained down on me for so long, it didn’t matter if he brought more into the relationship. To be completely honest, it was probably me that made him feel cursed.
    He continued softly, “I am like an angel of tragedy and accident.” His words never made their way to my brain, they stopped at my ears. I could hear him talking, but I couldn’t comprehend, as I was still in a cloud of wanton lust.
    He grabbed my bare shoulders and gave me a slight shake. “Aimee, I am an immortal. Do you understand?”
    I nodded, watching his lips move. My brain was freaking