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He chuckled as we kissed, and I pulled away, pouting. "What?" I asked, and he took the glass from me.
“Nothing,” he pinched my chin. “You’re a lightweight.”
I grinned. "I know, but we're having fun tonight, remember?"
“And I want you to remember it tomorrow,” he countered and kissed me. “Are you ready to watch the movie?”
I sighed, but I didn’t want to forget anything from tonight either. I hadn’t had this much fun in ages.
"Sure," I answered. "I'm started to wrinkle anyways, and I want to pee."
I dressed in the soft brown sweatpants set, one of the four colors provided, and Dorian picked a black set with a t-shirt. We returned to the room and while he prepared a movie for us to watch, I left in search of a bathroom.
When I got to the door, however, I turned back.
"I love you," I said, and Dorian, bending down to pick up a menu on the coffee table, stood up. "I've been so torn, so indecisive about my feelings, and I annoy myself honestly, but I love you. I never stopped. I buried my love and told myself it was dead, but it wasn't."
I exhaled and held my head back, laughing. "It feels so good to tell you." When I looked at him, his face was turning red. "Can you forgive me for taking so long?"
He smiled. "There is nothing to forgive," he replied. "I preferred you tell me how you feel when it's right for you. When saying it doesn't make you think twice."
Holding back my grin, I bit down on my lip, and he chuckled.
“And I love you,” he added. “Go on so we can enjoy this movie and go home. We’re not sleeping tonight.”
My brows rose to my hairline, the suggestiveness in his tone making it clear why we wouldn't be sleeping. Folding my lips, I nodded and hurried from the room, excited with anticipation.
Perhaps we wouldn’t have to wait until we got home. I wasn’t sure I could wait that long.
I loved Dorian. Saying those words that couldn't be taken back felt as good as I'd hoped. This was our second chance at happiness, and it was looking promising. Why? We both wanted this to work, and that was the key. We both needed to be willing.
I wasn't sure how I would explain everything to Diana without her killing me and Mom too, but I was suddenly excited to do so.
I wasn't drunk, just a tad tipsy, but enough to not care about the stares I got while walking back through the lounge area. Now there were more people as well. I was happy, and right now, that was all that mattered.
Stopping at the bar, I waved at the bartender. "Hi."
“Hello, Ms. Lopez,” he smiled warmly, his pointy fae ears twitching. “How may I help you?”
“Oh,” I giggled. “You already know my name, great. So, ah, is there a bathroom?”
He nodded, walked around the bar, and pointed to a door on the right. “Right there.”
“Thank you,” I walked away and then returned. “You should suggest they put a bathroom back there.”
He leaned forward to whisper. “I have,” he said. “They didn’t listen.”
I chuckled, as did he, and I went to the bathroom. I also planned on finding the boutique, and maybe I could help Carla fight the competition. This hotel was beautiful, but so were Carla's dresses.
The feeling of relieving oneself always felt better when tipsy or intoxicated. I had no idea why but since I wasn't drunk, I noticed the bathroom door opening and being locked. It wasn’t just closed. The lock clicked.
I stopped peeing at the sound of boots and not expensive heels clicking on the tiles. My lips parted to call who it was, but I changed my mind and stood up, pulling my pants up.
I held my breath, praying to god it was Dorian wanting to have a little fun in public, but that prayer died when boots that didn't belong to him appeared under the door, and red eyes peeked through the slit between the door and the wall.
“Hello, Marian,” Isaac said, and my hands started to tremble. “We need to talk.”
