Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Before she could protest again, she heard the shelve crashing to the floor and saw it falling above him, so that they were trapped between the shelf and the bed.

“Oh my– oh my— your back!”

“Are you alright?” He asked, his face a little strained, all his focus on her.

She nodded vigorously.

“We should be worried about you.”

“Me?” He asked, like as if that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

“The shelf is on your back!”

“Oh. Yes. It is quite painful.”

Quite? How could he even forget he was carrying that king of heavy piece of wood, except if… Oh, goodness, he was dying, that is why he couldn’t feel his back.

If he eventually ends up dying then Elsa would kill her for it.

The first guy she had ever liked and she had gone and done a mistake and killed him.

Oh goodness, let Chris survive this. If there was any God up there.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Please!

“Don’t forget to breathe,” she said, her eyes on Chris. She needed to do her best to at least savage the situation. “In and out, in and out.”

Chris arched her a questioning eyebrow, if there was anyone that needed breathing lessons right now, it definitely wasn’t him.

“Why are you doing that?”

“What? I can’t have you die on me.”

“True.” A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. “I’m literally ‘on’ you.”

They share a look at his statement, she being the one to quickly look away first.

“If only I could just reach for my phone.” She said, stretching her hand on the bed, tapping her hand around, trying to reach for her phone so that she could dial a couple of numbers and call for help.

“Do you think you can move a little?”

He moved and she stifled a gasp at feeling something that was quiet familiar pressed against her.

Chris stiffened too, observing her reaction and knowing why.

“It has a mind of its own,” he provided in a sought of apology.

“I wish it didn’t and it just had the mind of its owner.”

“Seriously?” Chris chuckled, warmly. It made her heart flutter somehow.

Focus, Ivy. Focus!

Although she really had to give herself some credit. She had been this close to him for a couple of minutes now and she had been successfully distracting herself from the thoughts of him.

From how close he was. How fully pressed up his slightly cold body was against her, and the fact that all she on her was just a towel. She was practically naked.

Focus! Ivy, don’t get lost.

Right!

She mentally shook off the invading thoughts.

“I don’t think there will be any difference,” he added.

Damn! Her distraction technique was quickly slipping away at his statement. She was getting aware of him all over again.

She needed to get him off her as soon as possible. Then after that, she would pack her bags and relocate to another country.

Ah-ha! Finally, she found her phone.

She dialed in the Beach House emergency number but her grip on her phone wasn’t tight enough, so it slipped right out of her hand to the floor.

She tried to reach for it again but she couldn’t.

Frustrated, she gave up.

Suddenly her heart was racing really fast. Maybe it was because she realized how dangerous the situation they were in really was, maybe because of how trapped she felt or the high possibility of Chris dying, or maybe it was the fact that this shelf could end up crushing both of them to death. She didn’t know but her heart was racing faster than her normal logical thinking could take.

Her thoughts were scattered everywhere in her head and filled with fear.

“No one is coming. We’ll die here. Elsa will kill me, my Pa, oh my Pa. What about Ma? I’m so dead.”

“Ivy?”

“I– I—”

“Look at me.”

She did and that only increased her fear. All she could see was the huge shelf against his back and all she could think about was the fact that it wasn’t crushing her to death only because he was the one dealing with all the weight.

“That shelf is crushing your back. You must be bleeding. You must be dying.”

“Ivy,” he said, his voice way too calm for someone that was in the type of danger that he was in.

“Help!!! Help!!!” She screamed, looking in the direction of the slightly opened door.

They didn’t hear her, they must all be the way down at the beach, enjoying, tanning, playing under the sun and enjoying the water while not knowing that two people were dying here, just some distance from them.

She screamed for help once again but the only response she got was silence.

Looked like the Universe was really against her getting that huge gift for herself.

If she survived this though, she promised herself something bigger, just to show off in front of the annoying luck she had today.

She started breathing heavily again.

“I’m going to die in a small space. Die in a– I—”

“Ivy! Look at me, in and out— breathe.”

She looked at him, trying to follow his instructions but she just couldn’t. It was like as if her body was suddenly doing its own thing, totally disobeying her.

“Elsa will kill, I–I— am gonna di–”

The words were swept cleanly out of her mouth immediately. His lips molded against hers and her mind went blank, finding it hard to process what was going on.

For a moment she laid still before her lips moved along with his in its own violation.

This was nothing like the night they had together. It was gentle, calm, assuring.

Then he pulled away, slowly.

Heat rushed over her and she quickly looked away from him, blinking, realizing what had happened, what he had done and why he had done it.

Not just that but the fact that being who he was to Elsa, she felt absolutely conflicted about the kiss.

“Arrgh,” he groan and she quickly looked back at him, forgetting all about her embarrassment and her conflicting feelings.

“Are you alright?”

“I think–,” he peered his eyes open and when he saw that she was now looking back at him, his feigned looking pain disappeared. “Yeah, I’m find now.”

He smiled and she smiled too, getting lost on those brown peaceful eyes again.

The moment would have lasted longer of a scream hadn’t scattered it.

“Somebody get in here! Help!” The person screamed again.

“Elsa. It’s Elsa.” Ivy chanted in relief. “Elsa?!”

“Oh, my goodness. My Princess is trapped! Are you alright?”

Ivy could hear footsteps now, there were now more people in the room.

“I’m breathing. I’m worried for Chris though.”

“Chris is there?! Lift people, lift!”

“Someone should call the ambulance,” another said.

Chris was started to breath heavily, while they tried to lift the shelf.

Soon the shelf was off.

The person that Ivy had seen was Elsa looking back at them, a displeased look she couldn’t suppress in her eyes.

It was only then that Ivy mind took in the very misleading position that were in right now.

Her in her mid thigh towel with Chris on top of her.