Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

TWENTY-SEVEN

The room that we were shown to was a simple cream and white colour with aqua bedding and lined decoration around the room. I had been exhausted coming to the room, but now on entering the room, I felt as though I had touched an electric socket and now had volts of lightening pulsing through my body. I knew why I had suddenly 'woken'. There was only one queen size bed in the centre of the room against the wall.

Of course, I had been sleeping next to Ethan for months, but it seemed different with a bed involved. More intimate. More revealing. Without a duvet, we stayed close for warmth, or at least, I had. But now we had a choice as the duvet would keep us warm. Would one of us sleep on the floor? Would we share the bed but remain on the edges? Or would we sleep as we had before, Ethan wrapped around me to keep me warm and safe?

While I had remained in place after entering the room, Ethan had prowled in like a jungle cat testing it's new confinements. He checked the bed; the window; the wardrobe; the dresser; the en suite; he checked everything before he looked over at me and seemed to wait. For what I don't know, but he made my tense form jump when he did move again, which made him pause and frown at me, cocking his head, confused with my reaction. Not that I could blame him, I was confusing myself.

But then he moved to take my hand and tug me into the bathroom. "Bathe," he said. "I will bathe after."

I nodded, but I wasn't really sure what I was nodding to. Bathe? Yeah, I thought, okay. I felt slow, drugged, and figured that I the past few days events might be catching up with me and I was now going into shock. My parents knew where I was, I was going to see them again. I was home. Nearly.

Fabric was caressing my legs, and it took me a moment, but then I yelped out of my shock, jumping back. Ethan sprang up from where he had crouched to take my jeans off, to grab my hand before I could fall and hit my head on something hard.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"You need to bathe, it will calm you," he said obviously.

"Yes, but what are you doing?"

"You are in shock," he stated. "You need help."

"I'll be fine," I snapped as heat coursed through my cheeks. Yes, I thought, Ethan may have seen my body once or twice before, but not in this world. In this world, there were rules, there was society.

His eyes darkened in warning at my snap, but before he could say anything, there was a knock on the door that lead to the hall. We stood in silence until the knock came again, then giving me the gesture to 'stay', he left the bathroom. A bathroom that I then locked myself in.

I managed to undress myself and get myself under the hot spray of the shower before the numbness could take me over again, then the hot water did the rest. While I scrubbed my skin and lathed up, I tried to tell myself that society had no meaning between Ethan and I, he'd forgotten it, and I had been out of it for a few months, and even before hand, I had been one to complain about how society ruled us. But then as I thought more and more, I realised that I was scared of Ethan, of what was between us, the feral attraction; the amount of trust I had in him. I had never, in all my life trusted someone as I trusted Ethan, and that scared me. My attraction for him scared me because the longer I was in this world him, the more I knew that he wasn't mine, was never mine, and that he could have anybody, and would when he went home.

Drying myself, I dressed in the clothes I had been wearing, because I had nothing else in the bathroom with me, and on leaving the bathroom, I saw that Ethan was sitting on the edge of the bed with two covered plates which smelt of food before him.

Assessing dark eyes looked me over as I came out of the room, 'what?' I wanted to ask, but in that moment, my rumbled let out an unearthly roar for food. I think Ethan's lips twitched in amusement.