The light in my darkness ✅

🌕CHAPTER 27🌑

Caroline's point of view

He shoved two black suit cases inside, towards the closet.  A closet I haven't noticed. In fact I haven't looked around the room but I must say it's beautiful.  Everything screamed unique simple rich.

He looked at me for a bit, heat rushed to my cheeks as his eyes raked down my body.

"Do you want me to come back later? You can get dress first."

"Its-no-ah-its fine," I mumbled.

"These are your clothes from the hotel, this one includes some necessities you may need, pads and deodorants and stuff."

I guess he is not one of those men who have zero interest in female menstruation.

It's my first time being in a room with nothing underneath, with a man, one that was not set to hurt me.
It's a strange feeling.
He didn't even spare me a second glance, just talking and opening the suitcases on the bed.

"It's alright, I'll take it from there."

He was about to leave but then he stop in front of me. My breath caught in my throat. It felt like I stop breathing.

"Thank you."

"Wh-what for?"

He looked in my grey eyes, I don't know but everytime I looked in his eyes I'm aware of how grey my eyes are.

I stare back at him and he lowered his head, close to my ears. I could feel his breath against my earlobe. He wasn't even touching me but so close.

"For not doing anything scared while am in here with you, wearing nothing but a towel,  wrapped around- wait you are not anything under that are you?"

I shook my head and I flinch when he lift a hand and slowly push wet hair behind my right ear. His face turned to the side watching his movements.

Our face are one inched apart!

He lay a index finger behind my ear and trailed it down into the wetness of my collarbone.  My mouth slightly opened for air. There was no way I could breathe  easily with my mouth shut.

His eyes found my gaze again and he removed his fingers. No longer touching me, yet still I could fee his fingers still on my skin.

He cleared his throat and step back.

"Get ready  and come downstairs, the night is about to fall."

I couldn't even move. I just nod my head and hurried toward one of  the suitcase.

How could he do that and then act as if nothing happen? How could I even allow him to get this close to me? Isn't this advantage? Knowing how weak I am he can use it against me. In fact he have helped me so much, is this what he wants in pay back? Sex? For me to do whatever he wants?

No. I can't. I can't allow this to happen. I can't be a puppet string for any man. I need to set things straight. If he doesn't like me then, he is not allowed to lay a finger on me. How can I know if he likes me? People pretend. He doesn't seem like that type of guy. People are deceiving. Plus I can't just go to him and straight to the point ask him if he liked me. That will make things so ackward.

I groan and finally emptied the last piece of clothes on the bed.

I like him. I do like him. There is no way I can run from that fact anymore. In fact I craved his fingers on my skin again, trailing on me. I groan in frustration and close my eyes.
I could still smell him in the room. His scent is so intoxicated.

I close my eyes and pictured 'God put a time line on his face' and Think 'oh he has such a sexy, masculine sexual side.  That side of him is so different.  He separate his sexual side from his cop side and his dominant side. Add all of those together and oh God, imagine how good he will be In bed. Trying me with his handcuffs,  telling me how to position and... I might as well be a horny virgin.