“Leila’s point of view”
He blinked. I blinked.
I stared down at myself. Oh, I’d forgotten I was just in boy shorts and my bra. Serves him right, though.
He cleared his throat, and I pushed the door farther open, silently inviting him. Luckily, he understood.
He stepped in and I shut the door, resting on it. Wondering what brought him here.
“Uh, how are you feeling?” he asked and I raised a brow at him. Seriously?
“I don’t remember being sick” I said and he flushed a little. Man, was he beautiful.
He scratched his hair awkwardly. I could only imagine how this must be to him. I was half naked.
Not like I mind if he was staring, anyways.
“About earlier…”
“I’m good” I interrupted even if it was a lie, bloody one. I wasn’t good, in fact, I’d spent the last few hours thinking about the horror on his face. It wasn’t just any kind of horror, it seemed like he was repulsed by me.
It had actually hurt. But it was the wake up call, I needed.
His eyes narrowed at me, I had no idea what he was searching for, but I hoped he never finds it.
“You’re not” he said simply and I swallowed nothing. It was the confirmation he needed and I actually felt like defeat coursing through my veins.
His eyes darted down the length of my body and then back to my face, his eyes grew intense.
“Let me apologize” he said quietly and I shook my head moving away from the door. I had the feeling, his apology wasn’t the one I’d grown accustomed to. He had something else in mind.
And sex? Would definitely complicate our relationship more than it is, right now. I moved away from the door.
“There’s no need for that, seriously” I said opening the door, it should had been his cue to leave. But he stood rooted at the spot, he stood.
“I was uh- dressing,” I tried in a feeble attempt to get him to leave. His presence was causing the warm, tricklish feeling I had earlier to resurface.
I had to remind myself, I was just married to him and it doesn’t mean he was mine. I dropped my eyes to the floor, fuck that hurts. Knowing I was just married to him and he wasn’t mine.
Not mine to hold, nor mine to love.
I took a deep shaky breath. I was good, I just needed him out, so I'd be able to collect my thoughts.
“Leila" his voice was quiet causing me to stare up at him.
Not mine, echoed in my head. A warning.
He took a step towards me and I backed up, shaking my head. My tongue was suddenly tied.
He reached for me wrapping his muscular arm around my waist and brushing my hair back with his hand before hooking his finger under my chin, raising my face so my eyes met his.
“Say it" he whispered, maintaining the eye contact.
His eyes were warm, I had no idea what to do in a situation like this. I was battling with myself, to just give up and enjoy this ride and keep my heart safe from him.
I had no idea, sincerely speaking.
“I don't understand what's going on" I said and it was the truth. This thing going on between us, was scary and confusing.
We were supposed to be bound by revenge and nothing more.
He leaned forward brushing my cheeks with his lips. Firm, warm and sinful.
“I have no idea, Leila. I don't" he admitted, pulling back to stare at me.
Well, that kind of made me feel better. At least, I wasn't the only one lost in this —marriage.
It was a mutual feeling, maybe, we should try it out.
I wounded my arms around his neck, rising on my tippy toes.
“Let's find out" I muttered, not giving him a chance to think, I pressed my lips on his.
His arms went around my waist pressing me to himself.
Soon enough, he took over the kiss. Exploring my mouth with everything - teeth, tongue and lips.
I was too dazed, sure I'd never gotten this thoroughly kissed before.
One thing was sure, there was no way I'd leave him and go back to Ben. He was a damn good kisser.
My knees wobbled lightly and he felt it, because there was automatically no reason why he'd smile against my lips.
His hands trailed further down my waist, cupping my butt. Heat pooled in my middle.
In one unexpected move, he scooped me up, my legs dangling at his side.
Much better. I really didn't trust myself to stand anymore.
We were chest to chest now.
“You in for this?" His voice had become husky and damn me, if that didn't turn me on a notch.
Consent… he was waiting for consent.
I nodded, my lips parted on their own accord and he heaved.
“Thank fucking goodness" he said, kicking the door open and walking us down to his room.
That was thoughtful of him, it actually made me feel important.
Our first time, should be in his room, on his bed.
I kissed his neck and then his earlobe, earning a low groan from him in return and it was worth it.
He opened the door, kicking it shut before attacking my lips again, viciously with no restraint and I loved it.
Damn, I love that he wasn't about to treat me like a glass that was going to break, he was taking what he wanted and at the same time giving me pleasure.
Thinking about it now, it was quite insulting that I'd told Ben I'd come back to him because Alex wasn't good.
For fuck sake, I could already feel him everywhere and he hadn't even gotten my shorts off nor my bra.
He was only kissing me and making those aroused groans.. shit.
He placed me on the bed, hovering above me, his eyes met mine. Desire swirled in the depth of his eyes, I was sure my eyes mirrored his.
Let's get it over and done with.