Our Lovely Nights (Original, English Version)

Chapter 11 - Mikhail James

I invited her to a different hotel this time, one with a different view of the city. I already made some arrangements to make this night even better than before.

She wasn't smiling when I met her, though. I opened the door of the suite to see her standing there with a solemn expression on her face.

"What is it?" I asked as I let her in. I was hoping to kiss her senseless as soon as she comes, but this situation doesn't call for it.

She walked inside, surveying the room. She drops her bag and a package on the couch as she walked towards the balcony. I can sense the uneasiness in her.

"Cara?" I called out to her, walking slowly towards her.

When she turned, she exhaled a breath. She stared at me as I walked up to her.

She managed to smile a little, I knew it was forced, "This would be the last time."

I stilled at her statement. I checked myself. That should be fine with me, right? We really can't keep meeting like this, but I can't seem to admit it.

"Not going to base it on my performance anymore?" I tried to make the conversation light and I managed to see her genuine smile. Afterwards, we just stared at each other. Her gaze draws me in. There was silence and yet... her eyes seem to tell me so much. I reached out to touch her face and I felt relieved when she leaned into my touch. She still wants this. Slowly, I leaned close. The kiss was unhurried, I felt like committing every second of it to memory. It was slow and there was so much emotion in it. Cara pulled me close, her hands on my back, sometimes roaming about. Every touch seems to mean so much. Unlike the second time where we almost immediately ripped each other naked. I like it this way, too. That was until I heard her sob. I pulled back to see tears in her eyes. She looked down immediately, wiping her tears away.

"What's wrong?" I asked again, holding her arms, wrapping her close. Why would she cry? Is she going through something? I clearly asked her if she's fine to meet today.

She shook her head, though, as she exhales slowly. She tried to smile again.

"Tell me." I pulled her closer still. There was silence as I waited for her answer. She managed to look into my eyes again.

"Don't be like this." She finally stated, sounding frustrated.

"Like what?" I frowned, not realizing what she meant.

"Don't show mekindness. Don't be gentle. Don't act like you care for me. Aren't you afraidI'm going to be clingy?" Her words carried a lot of weight. I checked myselfagain. Was that what I was doing? My throat constricted at the realization. Ido care about her. Why would I even...? As I leaned closer to kiss her again, Icouldn't bring myself to kiss her another way, though. It remained slow andunhurried, wanting her to feel exactly how much I care and how much I want tosavor every kiss.