Chapter 66 Feelings
My heart pounds in my ears, and my breath comes out in short spurts.
Miguel is here.
Right in front of me with his arms above my head and trapping me in between the wall and his body.
And he's saying things that I can't grasp just yet.
God, he looks so good, too.
Those ocean-blue eyes are smoldering as they travel all over my face, and his chest is heaving as if he's just sprinted in a race.
He says he's wanted me since the first day I stepped into high school.
It can't be true, right? I was a fresh-faced freshman and he was a sophisticated senior. We were worlds apart.
My body is loving being near him. My pussy is clenching hungrily, which is surprising because I have been feeling slightly disgusted when I thought about sex after what happened with Ben.
But right now, all my reservations are out the window.
I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't feel this way, because too much shit has happened. Someone died, and if what Katherine said was true, Ben targeted her because of Miguel.
There are just too many questions that need answers.
"You're scared of me." He says softly.
I take in a shaky breath. "I wouldn't call it scared."
I was maybe scared in the beginning, but not now. Not anymore. I should be scared, though.
"Why do you and Ben hate each other?" I have to know, before I believe a word he says.
"Because Ben has always wanted what I have." Miguel closes his eyes momentarily, but he's not fast enough to mask the hurt in his eyes. "Ever since we were kids, he always wanted to be better than me, or have my things. I think his mother aided him in that."
"No shit!" I think of what Katherine said, that Caroline was the driver of the car that Ben raped her in.
"Caroline is an evil woman, you've got to be careful of her." The warning seems serious.
"I think she's happy I'm out of her son's life."
"Don't bet on it, she's dangerous. You were a part of her perfect plan for her perfect son, and now it's fucked up." Miguel moves, gently taking my jaw into his hand. "I'm not there to protect you, not yet, so you have to be careful, please."
"What could she do to me?"
"Don't ever underestimate either of them." His eyes go hard. "That woman is the devil herself, she will manipulate everything to go her way. You stay close to your family at all times. Alessandro will protect you."
I frown, more questions piling on top of the other. "Does my uncle know things that I don't?"
I wouldn't be surprised. Everyone is handling me like I'm a little doll made of glass, even me coming here was a big concern for my mother. But she knows dancing is who I am, and there was no way I was going to stay behind.
"Your uncle is doing everything he can to protect you."
"What business do you have with him?"
My uncle doesn't trust easily, and he looked very familiar with Miguel.
It's unnerving that I've let this person inside my body, in more ways than one, and without a condom at that, and I hardly know anything about him.
"I'll tell you soon." His eyes drop to my mouth. "Just wait until I get back, please."
There are so many things I want to know, but I shut up, because he's looking at me in a way that has my toes tingling. Did he come here to fuck me? Or to just warn me against his brother and stepmother?
I look like shit, and I have to brush my teeth.
I clear my throat awkwardly. "I... I have to take a shower."
I suddenly feel shy when other times we were together I was more brazen than I've ever been. Maybe it's because of what he said, of what he implied. That for him, we didn't start when I thought we did. It's been a long time, and it just feels too surreal.
I'm wearing sweats and a hoodie, but the way he's looking at me you would think I had on lingerie.
He reluctantly steps away from me, and lifts my suitcase onto the bed like it weighs nothing. I'm just standing there against the wall like a fucking dummy watching him as he goes to what I assume is the bathroom door and going inside.
Yes, I'm definitely fucking living in another universe when I hear the shower going on, because this is screaming domestic.
I unlock my suitcase and retrieve my toiletry bag, a little apprehensive to step inside the bathroom. Why hasn't he come out? Should I ask him to leave? That would be the right thing to do.
I nearly drop the bag from my hand when I enter, because Miguel is fucking standing there with only his sweatpants, the henley he was wearing discarded.
He decides for me when he takes the bag from my hand and puts it on the counter, opening it and retrieving my toothbrush and toothpaste, holding it out for me.
I'm speechless as I take it from him, then he proceeds to take off his pants and trainers, standing in front of me with his cock hard, reaching for his navel.
I nearly keel over and die when he steps into me and kisses me lightly on the lips.
"Don't make me wait too long."