The Road Of Autumn [Interracial/WWBM]✔️

Chapter Twenty-Two: Tell Him

I walked in, blinded by my own choice of compromise; unable to restore the clear vision of hope. I cautiously accepted, encased by my own fear of failure; unable to dare take anything further. I eventually openly listened, careful to analyze and slow to marinate. I was afraid. I was alone. I was without him.

"Is it bad that I don't wanna move?" He sighs, his fingers lightly tracing my bare back.

I inhale deeply, my eyes never opening as I shake my head, no.

Today marks the last day of our Portland, honeymoon. Even though I was working on a draft for my article for a high percentage of our stay here, Timothy has managed to tangle me into his naked body for the remaining percentage. With a few soft kisses here and there, I am a goner in his arms and become servile to his need as well as mine.

"Autumn, baby... You don't understand how beautiful you are. How precious you are." He expresses, his words brushing against my back in his enticing gust.

I shutter, keeping my eyes closed while my lips involuntarily part.

"I don't know who hurt you in the past... But, baby, I'm not him. I want to take care of every inch of you. Do you understand that?" He breathes, placing a light peck on my shoulder.

I remain silent, too afraid that my words may betray me and too enamoured by his gentle promises.

He wants to take care of me and right any past wrongs. He wants to be my knight and shining armour. He wants to save me from me. He wants me.

Let him do that, Autumn.

His lips softly meet my shoulder blade, burning away my thoughts in their entirety. Before I can even begin to over analyze his words, as always, he puts a stop it.

"Don't think about it now, precious. I just needed you to know that." He pecks my shoulder one last time before drifting away.

The bed shifts and dips, indicating his leave. I roll onto my back just in time to catch his bare backside slipping into the bathroom. I frown at the sudden emptiness at his lost presence, clutching the sheets closer against my chest.

I sigh aloud, pinching the sheet up to my nose. I inhale, catching a sudden whiff of him. The lad smells divine; a mixture of an unknown natural musk and artificial sandalwood.

I have always thought that he had a particular smell about him that simply made me feel warm inside. I could never put a name to the smell, but it reminds me of sandalwood back in Ireland; he reminds me of home.

I inhale his scent, finding my own distinctive scent mixed in as well; closing my eyes to recount our previous encounter. No sooner does a smile spread my lips and my toes involuntarily crinkle at the vivid images in my head.

Timothy may have cast a spell on me. I am certainly more enchanted with him than I have ever been. He is emotionally, soulfully and physically good to me. He is offering so much and only asking for trust in return.

Which only worsens the guilt I have been harboring inside. I am far too afraid to tell him about Jason. I just don't want to let him be apart of that part of my past. He would end up comparing himself to Jason, walking on eggshells in order to not set off triggers from the past. I just want to forget Jason and continue growing with Timothy.

"Why are your gears always running, precious?" He chuckles, stalking towards me.

"Well I do have a brain that I do like to make sure is functioning properly every now and then." I quip while eying him carefully.

One corner of his lips rises into a smirk, while his eyes dance with mine.

"You are such a smart-ass, precious." He licks his lips. "Do I need to fix that?"