PINK MIST 2 ½

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"You have no idea how much I needed this," he smiles as he wears his jeans, before handing to me his shirt.

I bite my lip and smile as I slip into his Henley, refraining to sniff his perfume from the fabric but breathing deeply, allowing his essence to fill my nostrils.

"Coffee?" I murmur, "I don't really have anything else," I blush as I put my hair up into a messy bun.

"Sounds perfect," he whispers while observing me.

I got up and passed in front of him. I could still feel his eyes skimming my body carefully, indecently. After a couple of minutes I brought back two cups of coffee.

His fingers caressed my hand as he received his, lingering his touch on my fingers. I bit my lip and blushed as I sat on my favorite blue armchair, folding my legs.

We took a few sips in silence, without breaking eye contact. It was almost as if we both waited for each other to break the silence. Suddenly a savory flavor started to rise in my throat.

I hadn't eaten anything since my dinner with Dante... and that was literally a day ago. I tried to control the urge that was rising up from my stomach. Cold sweat started leaking down my spine.

"Are you ok? What's wrong?" Nathan looked at me worryingly, placing a hand on my knee.

"Nothing, I'm fine," I smiled.

"You don't really look fine, angel. Tell me how can I help you?"

"No, I'm really-"

Without having the chance to finish my sentence, I stormed towards the bathroom. Soon after, Nathan was next to me, holding my forehead carefully before helping me up.

I groaned in disgust as I opened the faucet to brush my teeth and send away the goddamned awful taste. Nathan standing next to me, supporting himself on the wall.

"So, you're fine, right?" He raised his eyebrow mockingly.

"We need to talk," I muttered while wiping the water from my mouth and chin.

"Just don't tell me that your anxiety brought you to this point."

"It didn't," I shrugged. "Can we go back to the living room, please? We have to discuss, Nathan."

Nathan placed his hand on my neck before planting a lingering, velvety kiss on my forehead.

"We don't have to. I'm willing to forget everything... if you want to do the same."

I shook my head in denial, my heart tightening. I didn't want to erase the beautiful feelings we had built once again last night. I didn't want to send him away. I couldn't do this again. The pain I felt far from him was agonizing, soul changing.

"No matter what it happens... I have to talk to you. We have to stop running away from what broke us apart. We have to demolish it, to claim our chance of being happy back."

Nathan furrowed his brows. His hazel eyes turned into a darker shade as he was trying to guess what was going on in my head. I placed my hands on his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

He had lost so much weight... I could feel his ribs easily against me. It made my heart sink. I hated my self for making him suffer. For making both him and Dante suffer. My head was definitely not in the right place.