Hey, W(H)ipsters. So, here we are, at another milestone. It’s past midnight here with me and I’m preparing to pull another all-nighter in hope I’d finish the book in a few days. I’m currently writing Chapter 19 and if my brain doesn’t betray me I should be done with it by the morning. After last week’s dirty gas station scene, I have something more soulful and intimate for you.
Unorthodox Chemistry is Book 2 of The Unorthodox Trilogy, a sequel to Unorthodox Therapy. Unless life gets in the way I should finish it by the end of October and it will go live by February 18th, 2018. The cover is temporary.
THOMAS
Her voice trailed away and both of us stayed silent, just holding hands and looking at each other. I was just about to speak when the deafening roar outside shattered our hearing. Lina trembled and jumped at her seat when the thunder repeated again and again. The sound was getting stronger with each next roll. It has been raining the entire afternoon but right then the raindrops were falling down like bullets. They were bombarding the wooden porch and hitting the windows, in synchrony with the angry thunders on the outside.
Lina looked around and frowned deeply, with anxiety written in her eyes.
“It’s okay…” I spoke quietly and caressed her wrist as she was squirming on the chair. Lina stared outside the window, at the dark thunder clouds hanging over the raging ocean waves. Her fingers dug deep into mine and she tensed for a long moment, without realizing how strong her grasp was.
The skyline was getting blurrier as if the clouds were becoming one with the raging dark green waves. A strong white lightning flashed across the horizon covering it with its blinding web. Lina gasped and grabbed my hand even tighter.
“Hey…” I caressed her face and turned her to look at me. Her blue eyes were a little glazed but the panic attack was a mild one. The tense clasp loosened and she relaxed her jaw. “Lina, it’s okay. You are safe in here. The storm can’t reach us, it’s too far.”
“I’m sorry…” She blushed and rested her cheek against my palm.
“I didn’t know you were afraid of storms,” I said gently and brushed her bottom lip with a thumb.
“I’m not.” Lina stared up at me. The earlier catatonic gaze had gone. The blue in her eyes was shimmering with emotion and the slight quiver of her lips made her look so fragile and lost. “Sometimes I get triggered by such small things. It’s embarrassing.”
I got up from the chair, pulled her wrist and spoke in a soft yet commanding tone.
“Come here.”
Lina followed me without a word in protest. She smoothed the lines of her dress once I helped her raise herself and stared at me with curiosity.
I led her to the window we were facing, just inches from the cool glass and placer her hands on the window, over her head. The tension in her spine became tangible and she tried to shift away.
“Relax.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my body close to hers. “I’m here… and this is just a storm. It will pass sooner than you think.”
My fingers aligned with hers on top of the smooth surface, tracing their outline, pinning her hands against the window. I kissed her neck and cheek as Lina was looking at the fierce waves outside.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you about that for a long time, pet…” My confidence faltered a little but I gritted teeth and went on. “About that time at The Fortress when I wanted to put handcuffs on you. Was it just that time or you’re already afraid of bondage? What happened?”
“I don’t know…” She spoke after a long silence. The raindrops were crawling down on the glass, as if sliding between our interlaced fingers.”All I knew was that I was terrified of being bound and the thought still makes me uncomfortable.”
Her voice grew low and edgy. The tension rippled in her shoulders, against my chest.
“I think you know better than me why I may have a problem with handcuffs, though. Remember? You were there.”
Thanks for reading and I hope that next Wednesday I’ll announce I’ve reached the end. Now, hurry up to WIP IT UP Headquarters for more teasers and snippets.
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Oh, Lilah! This sounds like the perfect time for Thomas to comfort Lina and get back into her good graces. At least, I hope that’s what happens!