My Head or My Heart?

Chapter 27

I reached down and briefly touched the hickey on the side of my neck. Now that natural light was shining in, I sighed seeing the bright red mark on my neck. Of course this asshole put it right at the point where it would be hard to cover with most things. It's still not cold enough to wear sweaters and unless I wanna be dying during shift, a turtleneck undershirt is also out of the question. I turned my head to the side to get a better look. I saw the imprint of his teeth on the outline and slightly smiled. I shouldn't be smiling in this situation, yet here I was smiling at a hickey my fiancé's dad left me after literally fucking me so hard last night I was seeing stars.

"Jesus I must have brain damage. Here I am grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat."

"Then does that make me the mad Hatter?" I jumped as I turned and saw Nico leaning against the doorframe.

"What're you doing up?" I asked my voice still a bit hoarse.

"I'm a light sleeper. I turned over and didn't feel you so I went to investigate."

"of course you did." I murmured as I put my toothbrush down.

I felt his hand as he pulled my face towards his. I closed my eyes leaning forward expecting a kiss and when I didn't feel anything on my lips I looked and instead of his handsome face, I was facing his bathroom wall. In my periphery, I saw him looking at the side of my neck.

"Wishing for something?" He asked sarcastically as he continued to look at my neck.

"What? No I thought I had something in my eye." I said nonchalantly trying to play off my embarrassment.

"uh huh..." he said as he brought my face toward his again and softly kissed me. "If you wanted a kiss you could've said so. You usually have no problem letting people know when you want something." he looked at me and winked.

I ignored his last statement as I brought my hand up to my neck touching the hickey and slightly wincing. "Admiring your handiwork?" I asked.

He chuckled, "I might've. I guess I got a little carried away last night."

"you guess?" I asked faking surprise.

He shrugged his shoulders, "well...I gave you enough chances to stop, but it seems that someone just couldn't take no for an answer."

"Oh don't get comfortable Mister. What did you call our little "date" yesterday? Let me guess all that hand holding and arms wrapped around me was a friendly way of offering emotional support?"

"It wasn't a date."

I rolled my eyes, "uh huh...keep telling yourself that."

He sighed, "look...I don't know. I guess we both were doing things we can't really explain. But..." He grabbed my hands, "what I do know is that...as crazy as last night was, I really enjoyed our "date" and night together." I felt my cheeks going warm as I smiled and looked down. He smirked at my reaction. Smug bastard. I thought as we said nothing for the moment and just enjoyed the feeling of each other's hands. "yea me too." I mumbled. This shouldn't be happening. I thought. I should be feeling disgusted with myself. I should feel ashamed. I mean this is the second time we've hooked up and yet here I am grinning like I haven't got a care in the world. Like I don't have a man waiting for me at home.

I softly sighed as I took my hands out of his, "I should probably get ready to go."

"What're you gonna do about..." he asked and then trailed off pointing at my hickey and the bruises on my hips. "I'm sure he would love to know how you got those."

"well he can't know about those. I'll think of something." I murmured as I grabbed my toothbrush and headed to the guest room to get my bag. As I began to pack my things, I then sighed in annoyance as I realized I left my car at our house. fuck...