Fervid Desire (Good Pleasure Series #2)

Kabanata 23

Kabanata 23

A reddish light glimmered through the void of darkness, the twinge that comes from the sun awoke my whole existence. I felt a heavy thing that coiled around my waist, making myself find it difficult to breathe. I slowly opened my eyes and squinted because of the sudden attack of the sun into my eyes. I moaned because of the twinge, but then someone just pulled it in place. The room dimmed because of it.

I opened my eyes— directly looking at the naked top of Zach, only the quilt covering his lower part. He smiled at me and tilted his head to reach my lips. It was just a peck, and I was already anticipating for more hotter scene.

"Good morning," he said hoarsely.

"It's new. You were the one who had awoken first."

He pulled me to him even though there was no space already between us. I can feel him poking on my side.

"I like seeing you on my bed in early morning." He drawled and cradled my chin up to my cheek. "You hungry?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"All right. I prepared food for us. You want me to take our food here?"

"No. We can just eat in the dining room."

"Okay then." He uncovered himself from the quilt and leapt out of the bed. "I'll wait you there, then."

I looked at him as he walked toward the door. He was wearing a tight boxers, but his upper muscles were disturbing. It was a ruckus in a pleasant and good way. He was like Greek god, went to see the poor mortals, give a woman like me the satisfaction. I just bit my lower lip and whacked myself for being a slave of my feelings.

He opened the door and veered to the north. I smiled and looked at my body underneath the quilt. Surprised, I was already wearing my panty. Maybe Zach wore it to myself while I was asleep. Shit, I cursed to myself when I realized something. He did not use a condom again, and I was to drown with his touch to contemplate any stuffs. And I hate myself for being a slave to my libido.

I had heard a words that I did not expect to hear last night. I don't know if I was just hallucination due to my subconscious state, but I hope I was not. He said he loves me, those words were so clear that I was expecting so much that it was real. But maybe I was just imagining things. Since when he had a thing for me? No. Don't make yourself believe in your little delusion. I thought. He does not love me, I was just being delusional.

I gnawed my tongue and took a T-shirt from his closet. I don't feel to wear my used dress last night, I wasn't comfortable with it. I wore my pants and went in the bathroom to check my face if I was already ready to face him. I will just eat in here and after eating breakfast, I will go back to my pad. I have no plan on staying in here for an hour.

I forged toward the dining, he was already there, sitting territorially, looking at me with serious and unfathomable eyes. I shivered. I suddenly feel my knees went spongy but I tried to muster all my strength to sit. Once I finally seated in front of him, my eyes swooped to the food prepared by him.

Sighing, I remembered the last phrase he just casted. I want to ask if he really meant that but something poking my head not to do it. What do you think yourself? I exasperatedly told to myself, I am not a desperate whore. Instead of asking about little stuffs that were actually nagging me off, I just opted to be silent and muted. Less talk, less mistake. Let's just keep that thing in the past, I don't want to ruin this moment by asking some unsure stuffs.

"What's your schedule for this day?" he suddenly asked, I squirmed on my seat(I don't know why).

"Usual, I'm going to work."