Feeling movement next to me, I squinted my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I was unsure of what today would be like. Was last night just a moment of weakness for him? Would things go back to how they were before? I had so many questions.
With my back to him, I couldn't see much even though I knew he was getting out of bed. Moving my head just enough to catch a full view of his perfect, pale white ass moving across the room, I grinned. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling at just how magnificent his body really was.
He grabbed a pair of pants and pulled them on while glancing back at me, trying to figure out if I was really asleep or not. Quietly, he picked up my clothes and the towels off the floor and placed them on the end of the bed. He then moved to the chair that had been sitting in last night and grabbed his phone. After scrolling, he leaned down to plug it in.
He walked to the door and turned around to look over at me once more before walking out. I listened to the echo of his bare feet on the floor moving down the stairs before glancing around the room. I've been here so many times, but it was at night and usually only lit by candles.
I was shocked to see that he kept a very clean room. It's funny because I was never really interested in how he kept his room until now. I knew that I missed him, but feelings aren't supposed to be allowed in the arrangement that we had.
The sound of a guitar echoed through the house and I grinned. My phone began to ring and I sat up, scanning the room, trying to judge where it was coming from. "Shit!" I reached over and picked up a towel that he laid on the end of the bed and wrapped it around myself.
It was sitting on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Walking around the bed to pick it up, of course it stopped before I got to it and I saw Kara's name on the screen. I knew she was so pissed off at me for leaving the beach last night. We planned it weeks ago and she specifically invited Eric just for me.
"Oh good, you're awake." He was standing in the doorway smiling. All thoughts of guilt literally melted away as I took in his appearance. Still shirtless, he stood there watching me clutch the towel as if he hadn't seen me naked countless times over the past year. He still appeared tired.
"Good morning." I said, watching him move closer and sat on the bed having nowhere else to go. Why the fuck was I so nervous all of a sudden? I've done things with him much worse than clinging to the towel trying to cover myself.
"Morning. Are you hungry?" If I appeared nervous in any way, he didn't seem to notice. "Want to come down and have some breakfast?" He backed up a little giving me some room.
"Yes, sir, thank you, that would be nice."
"Cas, it's ok. It's not like that, let's not do that. You don't have to call me that, and you don't have to thank me. Just come down when you're ready, okay." He walked out of the room, leaving me to get dressed.
Picking up my shorts and shirt, I got dressed and made my way downstairs. He was leaning back against the countertop waiting for me. "Do you want to know why I called you last night?" He asked when I walked in the kitchen.
"Sure."
He handed me an empty glass. "There's juice and almond milk, I don't know what you'd prefer." I walked toward the refrigerator.
"Cassie, I trust you and there aren't many people that I do trust. Do you know that anytime I call you, no matter what you're doing, you always come to me?"
I poured myself some juice and took a sip, but stayed quiet, not sure where he was going with this.
He moved closer, pushing the few strands of hair that had fallen from my messy ponytail out of my face. "Even last night, when you were with your friends, you left them for me." His voice was soft and soothing. "I've done some thinking over the past few weeks and I realized something."
I waited for him to finish, but he just stared at me. I looked away and took a chance asking a question. "What did you realize?"
Wrapping his hand around my throat, I waited for him to squeeze tightly and cut off my air, but he didn't. Instead, he turned my face to make me look at him. "I'm sick of playing games. I want something real."
