High School Romance (Ava Max fanfic)

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

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Arle's POV

My bare skin against the silken sheets was the first thing I felt in the morning. Beside me, the mattress shifted and slender fingers ran through my mussed hair, separating black and white strands. I sighed and relented to the insistent touches, leaning my head towards the other form that reclined across the bed.

With my eyes closed, I couldn't see Rosalyne, but I could practically feel the way her lips tugged upward at my movement. I opened my eyes, staring into the dimness of the room as I adjusted.

"Your hands are cold"

There was something heavy between us and I knew that something was dangerous. The way Rosalyne looked at me, touched me... Intimacy is a deadly concept and I do a good job of restraining myself but... this time was different. With her, everything is different.

Rosa laughed, her hands went still in my hair but she didn't remove them.

"You weren't complaining about that some minutes ago"

I sighed and disconnected myself from her to turn over onto my stomach and fold my arms under my chin.

Rosa's eyes were fixed on me and her lips pulled up at the edges in the way that I hate, the way that makes me want to kiss her until her mouth goes slack and she gasps for air.

Her body was bare, smooth and unmarred under the soft light of the rising sun that streamed in through the window and shadows gathered at the hollow of her throat and in the dips of her collarbones, painting her in slashes and whirls of dark. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, pale as snow and it reminded me of the thin blanket of snow that would cover the city in winter.

I forced myself to look away, finally coming to my senses. I messed up... I messed up big time... Rosalye raised a brow but didn't press the matter, instead turning back over and laying down on her back. I eyed her stately profile from my peripheral vision and wondered how a woman could look so much like a porcelain statue.

Even though she was obviously still drunk and oblivious, I was aware of what had happened and it wasn't good. If Alisa found out... Argh, why am I being the other woman? I shouldn't be doing this...

I picked up my phone to look at the time. 9AM... hm... so we didn't sleep that much after... the best night of my life. I couldn't help the way my cheeks reddened at the memory of not that long ago. Rosalyne would probably forget but I would never forget how she made me feel that night...

"We should... get dressed and check up on the others" I said "I'll get you something to sober up"

"Hmm... fine" she plopped back onto the bed, turning her head to the window.

I slowly started getting dressed. This had been a big mistake, I should leave, I felt terrible being in the same house as both of them after doing that with Rosalyne...

I went to the kitchen and threw away the leftovers of the tartare before making her a small ham and cheese sandwich. I filled a glass or water and brought it all to the bedroom on a tray.

"Rosa, breakfast is ready"

"Thanks, Per" she took the tray and started eating the sandwich.

I stopped in my tracks. Per?

She gave me a nickname for my real name...

"You should focus on sobering up, I'll go check on the wounded" I left her alone in the bedroom and went to the medical room, opening a window for fresh air to come into the room. I checked on Alisa first. She was deep asleep, the morphine still tranquilizing her.