Choose Me

Chapter 15

I wake up the next morning feeling like a train ran over me and sit up to find some Advil, but instead find a shirtless Dex sleeping on the floor of my room. I groan as the worst headache hits me and look over at my nightstand to see that a bottle of Advil and a glass of water are sitting atop. Dex no doubt put it there last night when he brought Elsie and I home, and I don't deserve it, not in the least, but I sure am grateful to him for taking care of me like this.

I grab two pills and down them with water before climbing out of bed and shaking Dex awake. "Dex, get on the bed. I'm going to take a shower," I whisper to him and he groans.

I grab the first nightgown I find in my drawer and make my way to the bathroom where I strip down and turn on the water. While it warms up, I quickly use the restroom and brush my teeth. When the water is finally lukewarm, I step under the showerhead and nearly moan when the warm water drips down my body. It feels so good and helps relieve some of the pain in my head.

I wash all the grime of the previous night away and finally when I'm feeling more refreshed, I turn off the water and dry myself off. I step out of the shower and quickly throw on my nightgown and see that it's my red silky babydoll that accentuates my curves and falls around my legs mid-thigh. It might be a little too sexy to be around Dex but he'll just have to deal with it. It's not like he hasn't already seen a lot of me.

I take my time styling and blow drying my hair and am relieved when I make my way back to my room and find Dex passed out on my bed. I lock the door behind me and throw my clothes in the hamper before slipping into bed beside him, feeling giddy that he's with me. He may not be with me in the way I want, but at least he's here with me, taking care of me when he didn't have to. But he stayed and that's all that matters to me.

He wakes up as soon as he senses me slide into bed next to him and looks at me with a tired look in his eyes. "I should go," he says with a yawn and starts to climb out of my bed.

"Don't go. Stay," I plead and reach out for him before he can get away and grab ahold of the waistband of his pants, refusing to let him go. I pull him back on the bed and thankfully he doesn't put up much of a fight. When he doesn't make a move to leave again, I sit up and wrap my arms and legs around him, making it hard for him to leave.

I press my lips to his naked back and feel him shudder, and am so tempted to kiss him all over just to see what else I can make him feel with my mouth alone but fight back the urge knowing it's not my place.

He's not mine.

"Reyna, I'm with Bianca," he reminds me with a heavy sigh as if I need the reminder. I know full well he's with someone else and I hate it. I hate it so much.

"I know. I'll keep my hands to myself," I promise and back away from him, putting distance between us. I lay back in bed, showing him that I won't touch him and cover myself with my blankets, removing any and all temptation.

"But I can't promise I will," he says and I swallow nervously as he slips back into bed with me and lifts the covers, joining me underneath. My hands itch to reach out to him and close the small distance between us but my conscious wars with me not to do it. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists to keep from doing what I want most when I feel him run the back of his knuckles over my cheek tenderly. I open my eyes to see him watching me with tenderness and something else in his eyes. "It's getting harder and harder for me to stay away from you," he confesses and I feel my heart flutter at his words.

"Then don't," I respond and can tell my words pain him.

"Rey-" he starts but I cut him off.

"Don't make me take back what I said," I beg him and he pulls me into him for a heated kiss. I slide my hand into his hair and give in to his demanding lips.