Temptress

33|Coming Clean

Sereia's POV

My eyes stayed glued to his hand, gently resting upon mine.

His arms tightly wrapped around my waist as my back pressed against his chest under the white covers.

He didn't tell me why he was here with me and not with her.

The whole house was silent, the only sound being his steady breathing as we slept.

When he said that he wanted to sleep with me last night, he literally meant it. We only slept.

He didn't try to kiss me or even touch me.

I'm surprised that we even woke up in this position.

I liked that he was like this.

He didn't try to make me do anything that I didn't want or try to use me every time; unlike his best friend.

I'm still very disappointed in Blake.

I thought he was one of the sweet ones.

Does Elliot know that he is like this?

I can't see him allowing Blake to act like that to others while he is such a gentleman.

His arms suddenly pressed my waist harder and he began to kiss my shoulders. "Morning, temptress."

I giggled when I felt a tickling shiver down my spine. "Good morning, sir."

"Tell me something," he said as he continued to kiss me all over from behind.

I smiled as I closed my eyes and enjoyed his soft kisses. "Tell you what?"

"What." kiss.

"Really." kiss.

"Happened." kiss.

"On." kiss.

"Your." kiss.

"Date." kiss.

"With." kiss.

"Blake?" kiss.

My smile faded as I slowly opened my eyes.

I remained quiet.

He might think I'm a liar.

"Sereia," he said my name as he unwrapped his arms from around me and sat up. "Tell me."

Dang it.

I sat up too. "It's nothing. We just ate and left."

He looked at me, not believing a single thing I said. "So why did he say you two slept together? I don't understand."

"I don't know," I lied. "Maybe because he is a liar."

Great, a liar calling someone else a liar.

"So why did you say that you slapped him?"

I stayed quiet before nervously forcing a smile. "Hungry? I make the best eggs and pancakes."

He blinked, his face remaining expressionless. "Sereia."

Dang it again.

"He tried to force himself on me," I said. "I handled it. It's nothing."

The last thing I wanted was to make him mad at his best friend since he is probably going to be mad at Olivia when I tell him the truth.

I think he trusts me enough to hear it.

His face remained unreadable at first, a mask of calm indifference.

But then, a flicker of something darker passed through his eyes.