He came out of the bathroom with his sweatpants on and a towel wrapped around his neck. His hair was still wet with some water droplets on his forehead, chest. But that wet hair was awesome.
How I wish I could rake my fingers through those jet black hair..
I blinked and tore my gaze away from Warren.
Don't lose your sanity, Rebecca..
I cleared my throat and glanced at him,
"I think, I should leave" I said and took a step forward.Please stop me..
What the hell is wrong with me?
I reached the door and was about to open it when I heard him calling me.
"Rebecca!!" My heart fluttered with joy.
Please ask me to stay..
I turned around and flashed a smile.
"Yes?""Can you help me, to wear my t-shirt?" he asked and my heart sank.
But wait.
He never wears a tshirt while sleeping but why is he wearing it today.
I was about to open my mouth to ask when he said.
"Please" my heart melted and I forgot about everything.
I walked towards him and took his t-shirt. I slowly pushed the t-shirt down his neck and while doing that, my fingers slightly brushed against his body and he stiffened. After helping him out with his t-shirt, I gave him a nod and he was giving me a look which said stay.
Maybe I'm just thinking, he indeed likes to sleep alone...... maybe. I reached the door and turned the knob before opening it.
Please call me..
Please ask me to stay..
I exited his room with my bag of clothes and closed the door behind me before making my way towards my room.
I inserted my keycard and opened the door to my room. I made my way towards the bathroom and took a long shower to soothe my aching muscles.
After taking a shower, I wore my pajama and sauntered out of the bathroom. I made my towards the bed and laid on it. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but couldn't as I was missing him.
I'm feeling lonely..
Maybe I'm getting used to him..
He's a nice guy..
He took a bullet for me and I will always be gratefully for that..
I turned around to face the other side of the bed where usually Warren sleeps.
It's not good, I shouldn't get used to him..
It's just for a year..
And I have Tom in my life..
I sighed and clenched my eyes shut but the only image I could see was him, was Warren.
I opened my eyes.
What is happening to me?
Why am I thinking about Warren all the time?.
This isn't good, Rebecca..
Think about Tom.
I closed my eyes and suddenly opened it as I heard a doorbell ring.
Who is it?
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Twisted Fates
RomansaMarriage is an institution of relationship, belonging, trust, companionship and love. This is what marriage is according to Rebecca Rosington and she wanted to share all these things with only one person and that was Tom. Who is he ?? ...