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“There’s an alley right over there.”
Desire tripled and I found myself pulling him in that direction. “We can’t. It’s…”
“Spelled? Monitored?” His grin turned lustful. “You afraid someone is going to watch you get railed?”
“Shutup,” I struggled to whisper. I cupped his face, keeping his lips inches from mine. “We should go inside. Come up with an action plan. Get some rest.”
He hummed hungrily while hooking an arm around my waist. “Is that what my little boxer wants?”
“How the hell did we go from fighting to practically fucking?”
“Is this fucking?”
I groaned while burrowing my face into his chest. This was where I belonged. This was where I wanted to be—always. WhywasI fighting him so hard?
I closed my eyes and sighed. “It feels like I’m getting fucked over.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you how I felt and you…” I licked my lips nervously. “You haven’t said it back.”
The curious hum he released echoed in my ear. His breathing came next and then I focused on the rhythm of his heart, the sure and steady beat that told me he was alive. And I was alive.
And we were alive together.
But would it stay that way?
“Inside,” he directed. “Let’s go,fleur.”
He’s still calling me those nicknames, I thought.That’s a good sign, right?
Apprehension flooded my body. If I loved a man who didn’t love me, then I would wither away. I heard all the stories. My mother told me a few of them herself. She warned me about men like Matéo who would lure me in, use me, and then drop me once I showed my true feelings.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything at all.
We passed through the lobby, the hallway, the private lobby, and then rode the elevator to the Orchid Suite. Inside the room, fresh towels sat on the table. New sheets were on the bed. Everything was spruced up.
I sighed. “I can’t believe you almost ran out on me.”
“Howdidyou know?” He shut the door quietly, leaning against the wood for support as he tucked his hands into his pockets. I noticed the bulge of the tube in his left pocket. “I thought you were asleep.”
“Something woke me up.”
He frowned. “What?”
“I don’t know. I just… knew.”
“That’s silly, Rose.”
I shrugged and turned away, heading toward the kitchen. “I guess I’m just silly for having feelings, aren’t I?”
“That’s not what I said.”
The urge to fight came right back. How could he refuse to see what was truly right in front of him? Was he that thick in the head?
I peeked over my shoulder.
Or was he just damaged?
