AllFreeNovel
Share Us
In the suite.
I hauled ass out of that place.
When in reality…
I wanted nothing more than to prove to her who she would always belong to.
CAPRI
After our kiss, he abruptly left, and I didn’t feel the need to follow him. The sound of the suite door slamming shut was enough for me to know a part of me still lingered on his mouth. Thinking about his lips on mine, I rode the high that was Elias Sinclair and walked into the bedroom, making myself at home on the bed.
Lying on his bed, I stared at the ceiling. Incessantly rubbing my fingers over my swollen lips, I tasted him all over again. Although he wasn’t there with me, I still felt him in every bone of my body.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about him in ways I shouldn’t after all these years, but I couldn’t help it. The little voice in the back of my head kept telling me there was more to all these emotions.
I wanted to hate him. Truly, I did.
But can you hate and love someone at the same time?
The wine running through my veins made it easy to give in to these impulsive thoughts. I lay there for what felt like hours until I looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It read two in the morning. Who knew where the hell he went and when he’d be back.
At some point, I must have fallen asleep through my drunken haze. His footsteps descending the hall woke me up. I instinctively rolled over, putting my back toward the door to pretend I was sleeping.
He shuffled around his room, opening and closing drawers before making his way into the en suite bathroom, where he turned on the shower. The bathroom door opened minutes later, and out walked Elias, filling the space with steam and his masculine fresh scent. Despite him taking a shower, the pungent smell of whiskey assaulted my senses as I waited for his next move.
I never expected him to remove my heels since I passed out in my clothes from dinner. If he was surprised I was asleep on the bed, he didn’t show it. Nothing happened for what felt like forever, but I swear I could feel his conflicting emotions soaring through him, one right after the other.
Especially when I felt the bed dip behind me.
My heart pounded out of my chest, faster and harder with each second that passed. There was so much I wanted to say, but I couldn’t form words. Too many thoughts and emotions overwhelmed my mind at a rapid pace.
Neither one of us said a word until finally, I felt his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me toward him. I swallowed hard. Conflicted was an understatement of what I felt for him and what was unexpectedly happening in that second.
I wanted him to hold me.
To comfort me.
To tell me everything I wanted to hear for so long.
However, this was only because I was still drunk, and my guard was thrown out the window. I’d regret this in the morning…
Wouldn’t I?
I didn’t know what to anticipate by falling asleep in his bed. I guess I was running on pure wine at that point, not thinking about the consequences of my decisions from earlier that night.
The instant I felt his hand slowly wrap around my stomach, I didn’t move an inch, wanting to see where he was going with this. Little by little, he tugged me toward him until my back was against his chest. We stayed like that for I don’t know how long until sleep once again took over.
It was as if no time had passed between us.
No breakup.
No broken hearts.
No pain.
No crying.
No empty promises.
