The Paths We Choose

Chapter 10 (lisa)

The girls were still asleep as I slipped underneath the sheets of the mattress and scrolled on my phone. I felt a surprisingly big relief that it was him who found me in that vulnerable state instead of the girls.

We got ready together in the morning. The room was filled with music, laughter, mirrors, and clothes being thrown around.

I was trying to find something in her closet that was my style. I found flared low-rise jeans and a black cropped shirt. It looked cute; as soon as I put on the pants, the girls made comments, "damn I wish my ass looked like that" if it hadn't been Liana, someone I'm comfortable with, I probably would've felt more uncomfortable.

My face was flushed with a pink rosy color. While I didn't pride myself on my social skills, I still felt I could hold a good conversation. However, accepting praise always left me feeling a tad awkward.

"I'm beginning to get hungry. Are we thinking breakfast?" Liana asked with a big, hungry grin. She had always been a foodie; when we were little, we ate so much junk food that we could live off what was left in our stomachs for years and never go hungry.

"I'm sure my mother has cooked breakfast," Adora said. A mother who cooks breakfast and I'm sure who also cleans and makes dinner sounds like the dream. I've had a mom, but I've never had a mom who mothered.

As we entered the kitchen, she was right; there were three plates left out for us. But as I traveled my eyes further down the counter and was met with a fourth plate, the memory of who I was in company with last night hit me.

Suddenly, the familiar scent of sandalwood and aftershave filled the air, and I turned to find him standing there, looking as delicious as the breakfast before us. Despite the temptation, I reminded myself to focus on the food, resisting the allure of his presence.

"Not happening, Elizabeth," I chided myself internally, "just eat and leave. The food, of course."

POV Elias

I didn't retain much sleep. When my eyes attempted to close, it felt different. Behind the lids of my eyes didn't lie the common nightmares that haunted me; instead, sleeping in bed with this girl made me think of one thing: Her.

Every time she moved, I was afraid another terror would begin, but when she laid under my arm, none came.

My eyes shut, and for a moment, they closed with nothing tormenting my brain. I slept in peace; that's until I felt squirming coming from her again, but this time, I felt it in a place I had been trying to ignore all night.

I placed my hand on her waist, trying to have her stop. I could feel my arousal becoming more noticeable when I realized she was awake.

She left in a hurry soon after, but may I say, I felt an attraction from her end; the way she noticed my features more than normal. But what I fear is the way I liked the hint of want in her eyes when she looked at me this morning.

I want her. I shouldn't, but I do. I make it my goal for her to look at me like that again.

As I descended into the kitchen, I spotted her again, but with one up and down glance, what she was wearing had me adjusting my jeans to not show how much I wanted to take her right there.

She has one of the nicest figures I've ever seen, and every curve was noticeable. Just then, anger rose at the idea of her wearing that to school.