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"You know, as soon as I heard that my father was the one responsible for the death of yours, I felt embarrassed," I tell him. "I guess you would want to know why I kept it from you, or at least it would be the right thing for me to do to tell you. I’ve always tried to keep a reputation of being upright and professional in my dealings, and to discover that my father had already tarnished that image before I had the chance to uphold it shut up my world. Now it feels dark and bleak because I don’t just have a future to maintain but a past to mend."
I hug myself as I speak. It’s getting quite chilly in here, and I wasn’t wearing any proper clothing.
His room is normally not this cold, but I guess it suits the temperature of his mind—cold and distant.
I hate seeing him like this.
15
JORDAN
I’m very tempted to tell her that I want to sleep, that I’m tired…because I am.
I have a long day of planning tomorrow, and days after that, as the time for my revenge approaches. But I will indulge her for the night. Rebecca has proved that she’s for me, so, there's no need to maintain my anger against her. All things considered, even I should consider her a partner now.
I stroll along to this bed and take a seat on the side. I know she'd want to talk now, so I wouldn't get into any sleep preparation, no matter how much I want to.
"So, did he say he'll be bringing anyone along?" I ask, just to start the conversation. The silence was getting awkward.
I hear her breathe and instantly begin missing her. I miss her breath on my skin, warm and inviting.
"Well, he hasn't said anything in particular more than just agreeing to the fact that the both of us would go alone." Her voice is a little shaky, and I have no idea why. I haven't done anything to imply that I would hurt her.
I look back and see her shivering.
"Oh."
A quick trip to the AC controls and back solves that issue, but even then, she's still going to need some time to thaw out.
I could hasten in that process with my body, and the compassion I have for her makes me do so. I walk slowly but steadily towards her and envelop her in a hug.
It's one that carries very little emotion from my end, but it means more than just a heat-generating source to her. She holds me like her life depends on it.
I begin to sway a little, but as I do, I guess I could get a few words in as well.
"When we get to the island, I'm going to give Thomas a little time to live out his last moments," I tell her.
It's a brutal, torturous way of spending this time with her, but I couldn't find any other. I doubt I'll be able to talk to her much after this, so why not do it now.
"After that, I'll wait for him to separate from you, then I'll go after him. Once I leave you alone, know that I'm about to go for it. So, I'd really like you to stay where you are. Can you do that for me?" I ask.
"You know it doesn't have to be this way, right? He could kill you as well," she says, her speech muffled because her face is buried in my chest.
It tickles, and not in the way that makes me want to laugh.
My hands begin to move. I slap myself mentally and roar at myself to stop.
However, my brain is one thing, my heart is another, and then my body...Well, the erection says it all.
My hands travel where my brain doesn’t want it and they start going to the small of her back. Here, my palms press her further into me.
Her belly rubs against something hard. She feels it and her head shoots up at light speed to look at me. There, in those blueeyes, read something that drives me further into the chasm of arousal.
Expectation.
She’s supposed to be a little queasy. This doesn’t feel like the right moment. In fact, if I’m no longer angry, I should at least still be too emotionally downtrodden to be feeling this way.
But no.
