Angel Huxley Novak
The rain was relentless as we exited the restaurant, desperately trying to hail a taxi that was nowhere in sight. My high heels were starting to feel like a bad idea, and the waterlogged streets seemed to stretch on forever. Eros was striding ahead, and I struggled to keep up with his pace. "Eros, stop," I called out, my voice slightly breathless. "I can't walk anymore in these heels."
He glanced back, his dark hair matted against his forehead due to the rain. His gaze softened as he realized the predicament I was in. Without a word, he quickly closed the distance between us. In the next instant, he had lifted me up effortlessly into a bridal-style hold, as if my weight was insignificant to him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself, our faces suddenly so close. Raindrops trickled down his cheeks, and I couldn't help but notice the intensity in his eyes. "Aren't you romantic, Candreva?" I teased him, the rain and the situation making the air feel charged.
"I don't do romance, Angel," he responded, his voice low and a little rough.
"Neither do I." I whispered, gently turning his face toward mine. My thumb brushed over his lips, feeling the softness of his skin against my touch. There was an undeniable tension between us, a magnetic pull that neither of us seemed willing to resist.
And then, just as the anticipation grew, the moment was interrupted by the sound of a car horn honking nearby. A taxi had finally arrived. Eros reluctantly lowered me to the ground, but our gaze remained locked for a moment longer before he cleared his throat and looked away.
"Shall we?" he said, gesturing toward the waiting taxi.
His gaze met mine as I moved closer to him, the intensity of his eyes igniting a fire within me. I could feel the electricity between us, the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the air.
"Let's go to a hotel," I whispered, the words coming out before I could fully comprehend their implications. The rain still poured outside, the taxi continuing its journey through the wet streets. I watched as Eros's expression shifted, a mixture of surprise, uncertainty, and something else I couldn't quite read.
His gaze remained locked on mine, his fingers lightly tapping against his thigh. The silence stretched between us, charged with tension. I could practically feel his internal struggle, the clash between his desire and his ingrained sense of control.
"Take us to the edge-water hotel."
The taxi pulled up to a hotel, and he opened the door for me. As we stepped out, the rain still falling, he extended his hand to me. "Shall we?" he asked, his eyes holding a promise of something thrilling and forbidden.
Without hesitation, I placed my hand in his, feeling the strength of his grip. As we entered the hotel, my heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. We reached the reception, the receptionist's eyes widened at the sight of Eros. "Room for two?" Eros spoke, opening his wallet and sliding out a Black American Express card.
The receptionist quickly composed herself and nodded, her fingers flying over the keyboard to input the necessary information. "Of course, Mr. Candreva. We have a deluxe suite available on the 10th floor." She handed him a keycard, her gaze flitting between Eros and me with a subtle curiosity.
Eros took the keycard and nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you." He turned to me, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Shall we?"
I nodded, feeling a surge of anticipation mixed with a touch of nervousness. As we entered the elevator, I couldn't help but feel the electricity in the air between us. The space was charged with unspoken desire, the tension palpable.
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