Unknown Sensations

Chapter forty six

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Harley

After my call with Zack , I decided to head down to the kitchen and make myself something to eat .

Setting two slices of the leftover steamed bread on my plate , I pour the potato soup over the bread , deciding against the veggies . I walk over to the fridge . Opening it , I search for something . Having no idea of what it is I'm looking for , my eyes roam the fridge until I land on the feta cheese . Taking it out , I close the fridge and walk back to the island . Taking my plate , I walk over to the microwave . While the food warms , I turn on the kettle . Walking over to the cabinet , I pull out the mug . Closing the cabinet . I walk over to the pantry . Taking the rooibos tea bag and honey , I walk over to the island and put the two items in the cup . The microwave chimed , indicating that it has done it's purpose , at the same time the kettle turned off . Pouring the hot water in the cup , I remember I don't have a spoon to stir . Walking over to the drawer , I take out the spoon and walk over to the microwave .

The potato soup immediately filled my nostrils once more. I immediately bury my face in the plate once more . Footsteps bathe the silent house . They weren't light on the floor , so they weren't Karishma's and they certainly weren't Justin's . And this meant that I would have to deal with him .

I mentally prepared myself for him as his footsteps nearer the kitchen. Dragging with him the tension so huge between us . The shift in the air is undeniably strong and by looks of things he felt it too hence he stopped . Clearing his throat , he walks over to the freeze and for the life of me I can't help but tear my eyes off of him . Specially since he's only in his briefs and all of that dark chocolate chest is displayed . My eyes size him up . God I've missed him . Just the thought of what those arms and hands could do to me , already have me aching in places that shouldn't ache. Let me not get into details about what his v-line is doing to my sore eyes . It burns baby . It burns. And I'd really love to scratch this delicate smooth skin . I watch his throat move up and down as he gulps down the bottle of water. Fuck this pregnancy and hormones. This is a beautiful man .

I watch Spencer as he walks and disposes the bottle before walking back and leaning on the fridge . Neither of us saying a word . I clear my throat as I redirect my attention on the food in front of me . I feel his intense gaze on me each time I put something in my mouth . Downing the last contents on my plate . I bring myself to stand up and take my plates to the sink . Rinsing them , I let them dry on the sink before walking back to the island . Someone better say something fast . It's been almost a week since I've returned from the hospital and he hasn't spoken to me . He's the one in the wrong but he acts nonchalant about the entire thing .

The expression on his face is stoic . He's barely giving me anything . Then it hit me . I know how to start a conversation. "Zack called me an hour ago ." I watch as his jaw clenches and his eyes shifting to a bright darker shade. He opens his mouth then closed his mouth again . Curiosity getting the better of him , he finally caved . " What did he say ?" damn that lowered hoarse voice sent chills down my spine . Feeling like I did something wrong , I lower me head . "He was checking up on me and he also gave me an update on his daughter . Genevra is doing well ." he nodded.

" He also asked about my neck ." his body tensed and he averted his eyes from me . " Why did he react the way he reacted at the hospital?" I finally asked.

It really seemed to confuse me .

I watch his entire body become taut . Right now he'd rather be anywhere but here right now. He clears his throat before speaking. " Zack comes from an abusive home . His father beat the living soul out off his mother . She died at the hands of her husband and Zack witnessed it . Fucked him up growing up ."

No wonder he lost it the way he did . The man practically sobbed . He had to relive his childhood traumas because his friend couldn't keep his emotions in check . Such a friend .

" You plan on ironing things out anytime soon?" I pry . He shifts uncomfortably . Yeah something tells me that would be too hard for him to do .

" The man is the closest thing you have to a brother . Don't be stupid and let pride get in the way of that ." My mind apparently working overtime .

He clears his throat while running his fingers on his hair . I guess this is hard for him to do .

" I'll go to him ." he answers unsure .

With that we fell into uncomfortable silence . So many questions I wanted to ask him like.

How are we gonna make this work ?

Is there even hope for us , for this marriage ?

What now?

Are you coming with me to my doctor's appointment?

But I don't ask him . I don't say a word . Instead I stare at him until he finally sighs . " You should get some rest . We have to be up at 7 . " his voice is distant . He backs away after I give him a curt nod . He doesn't say anything after that . I watch him turn around and leave me standing in place. I listen till I don't hear his footsteps on the staircase or the floor . Swallowing my tears , I look up the ceiling and release a long sigh before switching off the light and making my way to my bedroom . My bed . My cold bed .