Chapter 58 I'm Not Shy
Her breath caught somewhere between shock and embarrassment as her eyes landed on Derek, and her eyes involuntarily roamed to his dick.
He was standing near the bed, completely naked, towel nowhere in sight, his skin still damp from the shower. Water droplets traced slow paths down his chest, and for one brief, horrifying moment, Rebecca forgot how to move or breathe.
Her eyes just remained at his dick and in that moment, all she could think about was that night weeks.
Immediately, heat rushed to her face and it wasn't until Derek coughed that she realized her eyes had been glued to his manhood.
“Like what you see?” Derek winked, not making an attempt to dress up.
Without thinking, she spun around so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet.
"Oh my God," she blurted, facing the door instead. "Derek!"
Behind her, instead of panic or embarrassment, she heard a calm, almost amused chuckle.
"What?" Derek asked casually, as if him naked is a normal thing. "Why did you turn around?"
Her heart was pounding now. "Why do you think?" she snapped. "Go back into the bathroom and put some clothes on"
“Why? You don't like what you see?” he teased.
“Gosh! Just get dressed already!” she gritted.
There was a pause. Then his voice came again, teasing and unapologetic. "Why are you acting that way? You’re my wife, Rebecca. This is normal between married couples so it shouldn't be such an issue. Besides, I this doesn't mean I'm going to do anything with you."
"That doesn’t mean I want to see you naked now," she shot back, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Please, just cover up."
There was a short pause. Then he said calmly, "Okay. I’ve covered up. You can turn around now."
Rebecca hesitated. Something in his tone made her suspicious, but she slowly turned anyway.
Then she froze when she turned. Derek hadn’t covered up at all.
He was still standing there, completely naked, looking at her with a faint, knowing smile, one brow raised perfectly in a teasing manner.
Her breath caught, and her thoughts betrayed her instantly. Memories she had tried so hard to bury rushed back as she thought back to the night they had spent together, the way his hands had felt, the closeness, the heat. Her body reacted before her mind could stop it.
Her chest tightened.
"No," she whispered, 'she can't be thinking of this now.' she said in her head.
Before Derek could say another word, she turned and bolted out of the room.
She didn’t stop running until she reached the corridor outside, her heart racing wildly.
She leaned against the wall, pressing a hand to her chest, trying to calm herself. But her thoughts were completely out of control. Images of him too vivid, too familiar crowded her mind. She hated how her body reacted before her logic could intervene. She hated even more that a part of her wanted to walk back inside.
To touch him, kiss him and relive that night.
But another part of her the stronger part fought back hard. "No," she told herself. Her life was already complicated enough and she doesn't want to add more to it, and who knows whether Derek even finds her attractive.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Inside the room, Derek was smiling.
A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips as he finally reached for his clothes. Everything had gone exactly as he planned. He hadn’t done it to embarrass her, not really. He just needed to know. Needed to see if she still reacted to him.
She had and that was all the confirmation he needed.
Once dressed, he stepped out of the room and found her standing by the corridor window, staring anywhere but at him.
"Hey," he said gently. "You can come back inside now."
She shook her head, trying her best not to look at him. "I want to bathe first."
He studied her face, noting how she refused to meet his eyes. Her cheeks were still faintly flushed, and that only deepened his smile.
"Why won’t you look at me?" he asked. "You’re not the one who was seen naked so why are you shy?"
"I’m not shy," She said defensively, still not looking at him.
"If you're not, then look at me."
She did briefly and immediately regretted it. Her gaze flickered away again as she brushed past him toward the room.
Inside, she turned to him sharply. "You need to leave. I want to bathe."
Derek held up his hands in surrender. "Alright. I’ll give you space."
He stepped out and decided to make himself useful by ordering dinner.
When he returned a few minutes later, Rebecca was already dressed for the night, she was dressed in a short flared gown. She looked calm, but he could tell she was still unsettled.
"Dinner’s ready," he said. "Let’s go."
They walked together until Rebecca noticed where they were heading.
Near the beach, the area had been transformed. Soft lights glowed in the sand, candles flickered on a small table, and the sound of the waves filled the air. It was beautiful and undeniably romantic, a perfect mood for a honeymoon.
Her steps slowed.
"Derek…" she began.
"Just dinner," he said calmly "Nothing more."
They got to the mini shade and sat down. The table was arranged in a buffet style, Rebecca discovered he had ordered almost all her favorites.
As they ate, Derek tried to start a conversation, asking about her parents, her childhood, small things that felt surprisingly intimate. Rebecca answered politely but kept her eyes fixed on her plate, focusing far too hard on her food.
He noticed.
After a while, his tone shifted. "When are you planning to go to the hospital again?"
She looked up, startled. "What?"
"For the pregnancy," he clarified. "I’d like to go with you."
Her heart skipped.
"Why?" she asked carefully.
Does he know, she thought as she looked at him, has he found out anything or maybe that's why he's trying to know everything about her.
"Because you’re my wife," he said simply. "And when we announce the pregnancy, everyone will assume the child is mine. So I should be involved."
She stared at him, her emotions swirling fear, confusion, guilt, and something dangerously close to warmth.
He didn’t know, not yet. She thought.
And somehow, that made everything feel even more complicated than before.