His (Book 1) {Currently EDITING}

Forty-Three

Ellie

I slept longer than usual because when I woke up, I saw that it was almost twelve in the afternoon. With a yawn, I rose from my bed and went into the bathroom to shower and dress. I figured I could go out and explore Italy by myself. After all of that was done, I was sitting on my bed naked when the door opened suddenly, and with a squeal I hurried to cover up.

"Um, can you knock!?" I yelled

He closed the door behind him and sat on my bed with an anxious look on his face. We hadn't spoken in three days almost, and with time winding down on our trip, I didn't want to leave a place this beautiful with ugly emotions. We were leaving in two days, and apart of me was sad that the trip didn’t go as good as I wanted to. And it was all my fault.

"We need to talk." He said gruffly

He hadn't shaven in a few days, and his five o'clock shadow actually made him look very distinguished. The rest of him looked very delicious though: blue jeans and a tight tee-shirt that accentuated his well defined body that lay underneath. I forced myself to still look at him, although I was still slightly annoyed that he barged in my room without knocking.

"Okay, but let me go get dressed first." I remarked, getting up and grabbing my clothes from the bed

"Why? I've seen you naked plenty of times."

"Wouldn't want to bring any unwanted feelings." I said sardonically

I was almost to the bathroom door when I felt him firmly grab my forearm.

"You're not going anywhere. And lose the towel." I heard him mutter harshly in my ear

I snatched away from him and went into the bathroom anyway, quickly getting dressed and then returning five minutes later. He didn't look pleased with my defiance, but in this instance I really didn't care.

"So, our talk?" I asked annoyed

"Yeah, our talk. Come, sit on the bed."

I did as he asked and sat on the bed, mentally and emotionally guarded. 

"So, what are we talking about?" I asked quietly yet harshly.

"First, take off those clothes." He commanded