As I change clothes and climb into bed, I close my eyes and try to stop my tears from messing up the bedsheets. It's really unfair to him that I'm starting to feel things for him.
Deep down I know that he deserves more than I could ever give to him.
ChapterTen
I close the door to the bathroom and lean against the sink heavily. I look up at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath.
I almost kissed the girl.
Of all the shitty things a guy like me could do to a girl, it would be to take advantage of her when she was clearly emotionally unstable. Today was not the day to go kissing Raven.
Even though I want to.
So fucking bad.
It's honestly unfair for her to be so damn cute and also so unaware of that fact. Her charm is the equivalent of a toddler running around with a very sharp sword. It's fucking dangerous.
And here my dumb ass is, willingly stepping right into her line of sight. If anything, I'm encouraging the behavior. But, I can't help myself around her.
I move to turn on the shower, hoping that the water will help wash away not only the day's events, but also this unhealthy fascination I am starting to have for the girl.
Deep down, I know she deserves so much better than a guy like me. What am I ever going to be able to give her? A life in the Mafia? Constantly followed around by bodyguards? Not able to go into certain areas of the city because she might be kidnapped and used for ransom?
Nah. I can't do that to her.
I want to.
But I can't.
Shouldn't.
The hot water scalds me as I step in, but that's good. I need something to bring me back to the present. Especially considering that I am about to go and lay down next to her in that big king bed one room over.
I also know it's a bad idea to agree to her request. I hadn't even let her make the request. Chances are if I had just shut my big mouth, she wouldn't have been able to ask me to stay, and I would have been able to make it out of here for the night with my sanity intact.
Instead, I jumped at the chance to lay down next to her.
I'm the fucking Katniss Everdeen of this romance novel.
I might as well have just shouted "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE" the moment she started to ask her question.
It's not like I'm desperate for pussy. I don't do the whole "girlfriend" thing the way Constantino does. But, that doesn't mean that I don't do really well for myself. It's amazing how often a guy can get laid when he goes to enough parties.
But, that's not even what I want from Raven.
Hell, if she told me we would never be intimate ever, I would still want to marry her.
Wait, what? Who said anything about marriage?
And why am I using a word as cringey as intimate?
Maybe all the steam from the shower was starting to confuse my already Raven-addled brain.
I switch off the water and grab a towel from the rack. I run it over my hair and my face. As I move it further down my body, I realize that I'm standing at full mast. Literally the idea of marrying this girl andnothaving sex is getting me hard.
Fuck, I am so fucking screwed.
I take a deep breath and wrap the towel around my waist. I look around the bathroom and that's when I realize that while I'd brought clean clothes for Raven, I'd not brought anything back for myself.