Why washesorry? I’m the one who… I couldn’t even get myself to think about it. I was so mortified.
I had tried to make sense of it then, tried to keep my eyes open to realize that he was still trembling. His body was burning up, breaking out in a sweat, while mine was slowly ebbing.
Then his words came back to me. He had told me that Ineededto come. That someone spiked our drinks with—I don’t remember what he actually called it.
But I was the only one who came. Hael left the momentIwas done. I saw him walk toward the door before my eyes fully fluttered closed.
Anger and jealousy and resentment and embarrassment all took turns warring through me.
He wouldn’t touch me, even at the end, my own hand was a barrier between us. Everything he did was to getmeto do itmyself. Did he not want to? Would he rather be in pain than have sex with me? Because I remembered how it felt in the seconds I wasn’t touching myself. I was burning alive, like my body was dipped in acid and it was slowly bubbling over and peeling off my bones.
Then another thought came to me.
Did he leave to go get pleasure somewhere else? The thought had me leaping out of bed. I draped the sheet over myself and ran toward the door, pulling it open, and?—
The sheet fell from my shoulders as I gripped the door with my other hand.
Hael was sitting against the opposite wall. His back was hunched, his hands resting on his knees, as his head lolled forward.
He jolted the second the door opened. His eyes roamed over me before he forced himself to stand, but he was still leaning heavily against the wall. I didn’t think he could stand up without the support.
He was shirtless and my gaze kept roaming over his muscles and the ‘v’outline leading down his pants. They were still half buttoned and sagging enough for me to see he was still hard.
“Get back inside,” he ground out, and my eyes flicked back to his. He looked like he was doused in water, every inch of him was coated in sweat. “You’re still—Fuck.” He backed away from me like I was the plague. “Put clothes on.”
I went to open my mouth. Then shut it. I had no idea what to say. Iwaswearing clothes—kind of. I was in what I assumed was his shirt, based on his lack of one, and it covered me enough.
I bit my lip as more memories from last night rushed through me—his hand trailing up my thigh, pressing down over my stomach, the way his tongue devoured me before he realized we were drugged and then refused to touch me again.
He took two strides and was before me in an instant. I hadn’t realized I fully exited my room until the door slammed shut behind me.
My back hit the wood as Hael was inches from my face, his breath hitting me as his panting quickened. His fingers grazed my mouth, pulling my lip from my teeth just like he had in the hall the night before. He stroked my lower lip twice before he swore.
His fist pounded into the wood as his body curled and he sagged into me.
“Are you okay?” I breathed, not daring to move. Worry replaced any embarrassment I felt for a split second.
He didn’t answer. His eyes were clamped shut.
“Hael, look at me.”
Pale eyes blinked open and my breath caught. He was so Suns-damned attractive that I hated it. Even drenched in sweat. Even shaking and a mess, I wanted him.
But his brows were furrowed?—
“You’re in pain.” I didn’t phrase it like a question.
“Get. Back. Inside. Your. Room.” Each word was clipped, but he was still leaning over me, his forearms pressed against the wood of the door, trapping me in. “Please.”
“O-okay,” I mumbled.
He shifted, slowly, his movements taut as he reached around me for the door handle.
He winced, a heavy grunt escaping him the moment he opened the door.
“You should lie down?—”
Before I could finish, he pushed me inside, slamming the door in my face before a lock clicked.
