Forever (Book 2) Dark Romance | Henry Cavill

Chapter 55

Song: Earned It by The Weeknd

"Cause girl you're perfect. You're always worth it. And you deserved it. The way you work it."

We were in a moving car, and I could make out Chicago's city lights passing by.

I could barely keep my eyes open. I was exhausted - most likely from all of the shots I took. My cheeks were flushed, and my head was spinning. Never had I felt this way before in my life. This feeling was something I was indifferent about - I didn't know what to make of it. But I didn't mind it. It made me forget about everything that has happened - even if it was only for a moment.

I felt the warmth radiating from Henry's chest on my cheek. I could hear the steady beating of his heart drumming into my right ear.

Henry held me as I helplessly sat on his lap like a doll in the backseat, my legs stretching out across the leather. One of his arms steadied my back as the other clung around to my hip. His chin gently rested on my head, and every once in a while, I swear I felt him press his lips against my hair.

The way he held me - it confused me even more. I didn't know why.

"Ally..." Henry said as his finger brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Hmmm?" I hummed with a dazed mind - I could barely concentrate.

"Can I tell you something?" he continued.

I let out a tired sigh. "You ... can ... tell me ... anything... anything..."

"You know I say things I don't mean. And if I tell you to leave," Henry paused, and pulled me tighter against him, "well... if I ever do, please don't leave ... I need you the most. I want you to know that."

I nodded with closed eyes against his chest, indicating to Henry I understood - at least that was what I thought Henry said. I didn't know if it was a dream, but it felt real.

I felt him place a soft kiss at the top of my forehead before I finally fell asleep.

...

When I woke, the room was unlit. Where was I? What time was it? I slowly sat up and noticed I was in Henry's bed. The dark shades blocked the sun from coming into the room.

I scanned the room. How did I end up here? What happened last night? Why is his bedroom decorated with such dark colors? I really wanted to do something about it.

Before I could think any further, a dull, throbbing pain pounded at my temples.

I noticed my clothes were different from last night's. I was in a light pink silk pajama set, one that was too liberal to my liking.

As I tried to recall changing, Henry walked into the room from the closet. "How are you feeling?"

I quickly snatched the duvet to cover me. "What happened last night?"

"You happened."

"Me? What are you talking about?" I asked him.

"You got drunk so I carried you out of the bar."

"I got drunk because of you."

"You're the one who wanted to drink in the first place, remember?"

I glared at him, unsure of how to respond back. It was true what Henry said - it was me. "Fine, it was my fault." I stood up to from the bed and began walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Henry asked.

"I'm not going anywhere. I just need to shower and change."