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“Freya.”
“Miguel,” I breathed, moving closer. I touched my lips to his again. “Please. I just want to feel something.” His hands tightened on my waist and all my emotions rushed to the forefront as I moved my mouth over his again, hoping he could taste my need through my kiss. “Make me feel something.”
Miguel stared into my eyes, like he was trying to gaze into my soul to see if this was what I really wanted. I gave him a small nod, like that tiny gesture would be enough to symbolise everything I wanted to express. “Please.”
He pressed his fingers into my back, urging me closer. With my body against his, my heart beat faster and I was sure I could hear his thudding against his chest. He rested his hand on my cheek, brushing away my tears with the pad of his thumb then pressed his lips against mine.
He felt it too; I knew it from the second he kissed me. A small whimper of relief slipped out of my mouth as I pushed my hands into his hair, and Miguel slid his hands up my back to unzip my dress.
At last.
At. Last.
Chapter 4 - Weird
My eyelids fluttered open and the first thing I thought was, ‘Man, it’s bright this morning.’ The sunlight warmed me through my sheets and the room was filled with way more light than usual. Did I leave the curtains open? I raised my head to find the lilac curtains drawn, with only a small gap in between.
As I rested my head back on the pillow I caught sight of the clock on my night table. 11.30am.
What?
I reached over to pick up my clock for a closer look and my hand brushed against a piece of paper that rested beside it. I blinked a couple of times before lifting the paper and reading the scrawled words.
I’m sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye but I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll call you later. M
Right. Miguel.
My brain hadn’t got that far yet but his note brought everything rushing back and I dropped the piece of paper and threw my arm over my eyes as a wave of guilt rushed through my body.
The peace I’d awoken with lasted all of two minutes.
But I had felt peaceful when I woke up, albeit briefly. I’d been asleep for almost eight hours straight and I couldn’t recall the last time that had happened. Even with the pain slowly seeping back into my veins, I felt like I had the strength to carry it.
What I wasn’t sure I could carry was my conscience screaming at me from the depths of my mind.
With a groan I rolled over onto my side and pulled the covers over my head. So this was what a one night stand felt like. If I could call it that. Did a name even exist for having sex with one of your best friends after having practically begged for it?
Oh God. Oh God.
I couldn’t begin to process everything that had happened. Last night had all started off so innocently. Being at the club with my friends, dancing with Bryce, talking to Radleigh… that seemed like another lifetime ago. In reality, it was Act One of the oddest night of my life.
With a shake of my head, I forced myself to sit up because internalising was not going to help me. What I needed to do was get up and… what? Go to the Warriors game?
My phone rang, and without looking, I knew it would be Miguel. My insides rolled at the idea of speaking to
him. I hadn’t had enough time to process. The only thing I knew was that ignoring the call wasn’t an option. Delaying the conversation wouldn’t make it easier.
I scooped up my phone and clicked the answer button.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Freya.” Miguel’s voice was slightly hesitant, like he didn’t know how I would respond. Funny, I wasn’t sure yet, either.
“I… I just woke up,” I mumbled.
“I’m sorry. I felt so bad about leaving you, but I had to be at work and I-” he trailed off, and knowing he was as lost for words as me made me relax.
“You didn’t know what to say?” I guessed, and he let out a small laugh.
