Fervid Desire (Good Pleasure Series #2)

Kabanata 46

Kabanata 46

I roused from the siesta because of someone was fondling on my hair. My eyes slowly opened my eyes and with that, the face of Zach whose eyes were grazing at my face with so much tender and adoration. I averted my eyes because of its devotion. And what happened to us awhile descended upon me, making me shudder. It was all wrong, I affirmed, but I don't feel any remorse.

We were laying on his king-sized bed. He laid on his bed without any shrouds but the quilt covering our own anatomy. I situated my head on his chest that I could hear his stentorian heartbeats and he wasn't afraid of that? The intensity of his heartbeats were coinciding with mine. I could feel the incessant walloping of my heart against my chest. I want to do something to stop myself reacting that way every time I was with him. It was so toxic, my love for him was entirely toxic and precarious— like I had been stepping on the gorge of an abyss. It was deadly, I know. But this was the only way I could feel the unmeasurable felicity.

Because of my move, he cradled on my chin and drew it up for me to look up at his mesmerizing eyes. Gosh, his eyes were so beautiful— with the light coming from outside assaulting his eyes, making it coruscate with his dark brown colour. My eyes grazed on his perfect face, I couldn't stay still looking straight into his very expressive eyes so I flitted my eyes on his fair that was messed up. How unfair it was for having a ruggedly handsome face like that. He was an epitome of aesthetic.

Shaking my head, I bit my lower lip and stirred my face away from his hold. The smile I hadn't noticed was slowly fading and his forehead wrinkled. I already gave what myself wanted, and that was also he wanted from me. So, I think it was the right time to unlatch to the hope of us. As the thought puzzled on my head, an unimaginable pain impaled my chest, making me winced a bit.

"Let's talk," he drawled.

I shook my head and rose. I clutched on the quilt to remain on shrouding my whole anatomy. My eyes unintentionally gazed on his body and he was already wearing a black boxer shorts. I compelled myself to leap out of the bed but before I could lay my foot on the ground, he already reached me and claimed my wrist.

"Where are you going?" He asked, worried.

"I'm going home," I said coldly.

"Okay, I will drive you home—"

"No need. I will just commute."

He looked at me seriously and clenched his jaw. If I was still the same Camisone five years ago, I would wobble because of his power over me. But now, I was adamant to cut the connection between us. I think what I had given to him was enough to make us even. That was what he wanted ever since we met again. He wanted me on his bed, to make me feel how low I was, and make me realize that he can still draw me. I was still willing to be his doxy even years had passed by already.

I was about to stand but his grasp on my wrist went tighter, "Come on, let's talk first."

"Get off me," I said calmly.

"No, let's talk first," he said firmly, "Why did you leave me alone five years ago? Why did you leave as if you never cared for me?"

His words were like a poisonous knife, slowly shreds my chest. I want to chide on him that I never cared for him, I want to shoot him with deceiving words.

"Is it still important? It was already years. You moved on and you already had a fiance—"

"I have no fiance,"

Because of what he said, I looked at him. I glared at him. Don't bullshit me on this, Zach.

I shook my head, "You fucked me already. You don't need to deny that fact—"