BONNIE (BOOK 3)

Chapter 12

Jayla Santiago's POV.

It has been three days since Luis' rightful outburst.

He has been continuing life as if nothing has happened.

He doesn't talk to me as frequently, busying himself with Kofi and work.

I have just come back from training with Valentine, in which at the end, he asked me for my number, which I politely declined.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the events of nearly 10 years ago.

I feel...

Guilt.

And despite myself...

Pain.

He put himself... his heart on a platinum platter and I broke it and handed it back to him.

He can't even look me in the eyes anymore and I don't blame him.

I walk through the front door to see that the light from the kitchen is still on.

Lemon, their adorable little puppy yaps at my arrival, licking my hand.

I scratch behind her ears as she barks happily and then patters off.

I take off my shoes and bag and walk inside the kitchen.

Luis stands at the sink, washing up some dishes.

"Luis, I'm back" I say softly.

"I heard the door close" he says plainly and I sigh.

I've been planning my apology all day in my head and I'm quite nervous.

"Where is Kofi?" I ask, moving closer to him.

"Asleep" he responds, tone clipped.

I move even closer.

"Can we... Can we talk?" I ask.

I see his shoulders tense.

"Bout?" He asks, still not facing me.

"Luis, please!" I sigh exasperated.

He spins around getting right in my face.

"Please, what?!" He growls.

I snap my mouth shut.

"I'm sorry" I whisper.

He shakes a little.

"Sorry for what?" He asks, stepping closer to me.

I step back.

"What, for- - for not believing me?! Or refusing to hear me out even after begging?! I pleaded with you, Jayla! I pleaded!" He says, hurt, dragging through his tone.

He continues, talking moving closer to me, until I'm backed into the counter.

I have never seen him like this.

So... Angry!

"What, did you think you could just apologise and we'd kiss and make up?" He asks, a small smirk appearing on his face.

My breath hitches in my throat at the thought of kissing his perfect dark brown lips.

He must hear it, because he presses himself into me further, slapping his hands on the counter behind him.

This brisk action causes me to jump a little.

His heated dark eyes slip slowly over me like liquid smoke, lighting up every single sense on my body, from my brain screaming from terror to my lower stomach, which pools with desire.