Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Back at the luxurious cabin of their cruise, Neva peels off her peach coloured knitted shawl and goes on placing it on the single sofa.

"Why were you there?" Rhett inquires her in a firm voice.

Neva raises her head, glancing at his hardened features. "Told you, I needed some fresh air." She utters whimsically, climbing on the bed.

"To hell with your fresh air," Rhett sarcastically remarks.

Neva plainly seats herself on the bed, gazing up at him, she purses her lips.

"Do you realise how dangerous the cold and you being alone is?" His jaw clenches in anger. His stern gaze intimidating her. He stands there, arms crossed over the chest, holding her own nervous eyes.

Neva remains silent, eyes lowering, arms wrapping around the legs—knees folded close to her chest.

"And who the hell was that man?" He exhales roughly, sitting on one of the two single sofas.

"I don't know. I just met him." Neva responds, mellow mumbling her words.

"Really?" Rhett raises his brow. "But you seemed not chattering with a guy you just met," he remarks bitterly.

Neva glances up at him with a frown, "what do you mean Rhett?"

He sighs and shuts his lids, fingers massaging the space between his brows. He stares at her a moment after, the irkness in his eyes lulling slow. "Nothing,"

He rises from the sofa and walks to Neva. "I was just worried about you. You could have just woken me up." He gently murmers, fingers tugging Neva's unkempt hair lacing the beautiful face behind her ear.

Hus sweet gesture entangles her irresistible, melting gaze with his now—soft ones. Chest hammered from inside him hard, and it just intensifies his desire to just go through with his indescribable urges to make her one with him.

Rhett cups the side of her face, heart ichorous and beating fast for the adorable lover. With her, he could be er be angry for so long.

Leaning in, he kisses her gently, passionately, and slowly, she returns the similar swimming of the lips, and of the warm dancing of the tongue. A heated while later, a flushed Neva feebly forces him away by his chest. "We need to sleep." She says, refusing to meet his stare. Rhett hums in response, smiling thinly, sowing a smooth peck on her delicate cheek.

Laying down on her side, she covers herself with the quilt, while Rhett swiftly climbs beside her on the bed, sneaking under the covers, wandering large arms wrapping around her waist, spooning her.

Combing away her locks, he nuzzles his face on her bare nap, inhaling her sweet scent, soothing him all over. "Don't do that anymore." He mutters, his voice muffled.

Neva does not reply to him.

"What were you talking with that man?" The curious, analytical Rhett inquires her to the end.

"What were you talking with that man?" The curious, analytical Rhett queries her to the end.

"We are strangers, what could we be possibly talking about?" Neva calmly returns, eyes veiled, aiming to sleep.

"You seemed comfortable, savoring the talk with him." Rhett queries still, burying himself further in her.

"Do you think I was cheating or something?" Neva retorts back stoicly.

"No." Rhett returns, then he pauses for a brief moment.

"You are not capable of cheating." Winding off the topic, he closes his eyes, heart in serene for the verity of the fact.

Neva has her lids lifted in a flinch, her brows knitted. "What if I am?" She mischievously elongates the unsettling conversation.

"You cannot." He declares in a stern tone. "What if I could?" Slyly she challenges her sulking, frowning man.

In an instant Rhett hovers her. Neva's heart skips a beat, her orbs magnifying at his abrupt move.

"I will kill that man. Take you away—far away and lock you and I on a lone, secure Island."

The intensity of the words aiding her features. The burning look in his eyes tingles, swarming butterflies inside Neva's belly.

He adjoins his lips with her velvety ones, kissing deep and roughly, devouring her soul out.

"I can, and will never let you go. You are mine, always were. Rhett rasps out, his breath fanning over her lips. Chests heavily heaving up and down, foreheads connected, he smiles. "You are forever only mine."

Neva's lids clinches from his phrases, the next second, she chuckles lightly. Rhett raises hi head, peering down at her in confusion. "What is it?"

Neva tangles their eyes, arms circling around his neck. Smiling she shakes her head. "Nothing, get away from me. I'm angry and upset at you." Hands slipping down his chest, she shoves him away, sliding him beside her on the bed.

"Why?" Rhett probes, spooning her again.

"You were rude to me. Get your hands away..." Neva trails off, struggling to free herself off his caging grip.

"Don't!" His deep, harsh voice demands halting her actions, arms strengthening their hold on her.

A stiff Neva rages, he feels to rude to have her in his embrace tonight.

Stubborn Neva, she makes it her life goal to get him off of her, fighting to peel the rugged, veiny arms harshly. Her chest heavy, head dizzy, eyes blurring with unshed tears.

"Please Angel, don't. I need to hold you close to sleep." Tenderly he murmers, and it sequels in Rhett to triump over Neva.

She sighs, removing hands off him, bringing them back to her. Still overturned with sadness.

He smiles, nuzzling his face deeper in her nap, loosening the hard grip to let her breathe.

Neva exhales sharply, worn out in need of sleep.

This time she closes her eyes, immediately drifting off to slumberland.