Chapter 60 I want To Feel Close To You
Lorenzo’s POV
“I will be in my room. Try as much as possible to give me something meaningful by tomorrow.”
That was the last thing I said before turning away, cutting the silence in half, needing to escape the storm that was already building inside my chest. I didn’t even look back at Kim. I just walked out.
Everything inside me was burning, my lungs, my throat, the back of my eyes. It felt like I couldn’t breathe right.
If what the seer said was true, then how the hell am I supposed to accept it?
I’m already beginning to feel something real for Evelyn, real enough to scare me but I know myself too well. If Delilah showed up today, breathing and remembering us, every single thing I’ve been harboring in my heart for Eve would die instantly.
But now….. this?
The last person I ever expected to see in an erotic way, the last person I thought I would never look at twice….. is the very person I’ve been searching for my entire existence.
How do I make sense of that?
I opened the room door and stepped inside, expecting darkness….. peace….. maybe even relief.
But instead, my world froze.
Evelyn was in the bed.
Naked. Completely naked!
Fast asleep, her back half-covered with the sheet, her hair scattered like she had fought with her pillow and lost. Her body rising and falling softly, so soft that for a moment I forgot how to stand.
I didn’t breathe.
I couldn’t.
My fingers trembled on the door handle. My heart hammered so loud I was scared it would wake her.
Fuck. What is she up to this time?
I don’t need anyone to tell me she’s doing this on purpose. She has always been careful around me. I’ve never seen her this exposed unless I was the one who made her do it.
But tonight…..?
Tonight she’s different, and it’s messing with my head.
I swallowed hard, quietly closing the door behind me. My eyes refused to leave her body. A part of me. No, what the fuck are my saying?
The biggest part of me wanted to walk over, drag her to my chest and kiss every inch of her soft skin.
My jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
The bedsheet slipped slightly as she moved in her sleep. Just a little. But it was enough to show the curve of her waist and the soft line of her thigh.
My breath hitched.
I hated that I felt this.
I hated that she looked innocent, fragile, waiting. And I hated that Delilah’s name flashed into my memory at that exact moment.
The guilt punched me so hard that I took two steps back.
I raked my hand through my hair, pacing slowly, silently, every nerve fighting itself. I shouldn’t touch her. I shouldn’t want to. I shouldn’t even be in the same room with her right now, when she’s like this.
But my feet kept moving on their own, dragging me closer to the edge of the bed.
Closer to her.
Her lips parted slightly. A soft sound escaped her throat as she shifted, her leg brushing the sheet away. Until there was nothing covering her. My pulse jumped.
She is not what I need at this moment, she is nothing but a temptation. I shouldn’t be thinking about touching her. I shouldn’t want her anymore since I have found clues about Delilah.
But I did.
Hell help me, I did.
My hand moved to her face down to her tender neck, my fingers hovered around there, circling.
My Adam's apple throbbed, feeling the saliva that packed in my throat.
I moved my hand lower, cupped her breast, and brushed my thumb on her nipple as I watched it harden instantly, then I let my eyes move to her pink core. That was when I almost lost it.
It has always been a game to me. I have only enjoyed seeing her submit to my bidding. But now?
Fuck. I can't even explain it anymore.
I moved my hands to her center, circling it while I watched her whimper in her sleep. That single action triggered something in my pants.
And then her eyes opened, slow, warm. Still heavy with sleep.
“Lorenzo…..?” Her voice was barely there.
My hand froze.
She blinked again, her brows softening, her lips tilting into something like surprise mixed with confusion. When she realized she was naked, she pulled the sheet gently back to her body, still half-asleep, still glowing in a way that made my throat tighten.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
No.
No, I wasn’t.
I was losing my mind, a lot is happening in my life right now.
“I….. uh…..” I straightened, pretending like I wasn't doing anything to her before she woke up. “You need to sleep. It’s late.”
She pushed herself up slowly, holding the sheet to her chest, her voice delicate. “Why did you stop?”
Just those four words.
Four soft, innocent words that made my entire body tense with desire and shame.
She felt that.
Of course she was awake but decided to pretend.
And she always hates it every time I pull away from her like a coward, even though she tries most times to hide it.
I swallowed the knot in my throat. “You….. you needed air.”
She shook her head gently, her voice quiet but painfully honest, “I don’t need air, Lorenzo. I need you.”
My heart stopped. Did I just hear her well?
Is this actually Evelyn or somebody else in her body? She just openly admitted that she wants me.
Is she trying to manipulate me?
No, she wouldn't.
I looked at her again. Those eyes, too vulnerable. No pride, no desperation.
Just the truth.
She said it like she was confessing something she had been holding inside her chest, something she didn’t know how to hide anymore.
I stepped back again.
If I touched her any further, there would be no stopping
“Evelyn…..” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “Don’t say things like that.”
“Why?” she whispered, staring at me with those soft, pleading eyes. “Is it wrong?”
Yes. I mean No, everything. I didn’t even know what the fuck to say anymore.
I released a frustrated breath. “You don’t understand what you’re asking me for.”
She lowered her gaze, shame coloring her cheeks. “I’m not asking for anything. I just….. I don’t know how to hide how I feel anymore.”
Her honesty cut deeper than I expected.
I knew all those times I tried to push her into wanting me, it would eventually make her want more. But I never knew it would feel like this—like I’m also denying myself something I’ve been craving just as much.
She looked up again, whispering, “I know I have never liked you.” she scoffed faintly. “I still hate you. Maybe a little. But I’m beginning to see the part of you I wasn’t supposed to allow myself to notice….. and it’s messing with me.”
Oh…..Please don't go further. I muttered to myself.
I ran a hand over my face, shaking my head. “Eve, you’re treading on a dangerous path.”
“I’ll take the danger if it means getting closer to you.” Her voice cracked.
My chest twisted so violently I almost reached for her without thinking. I leaned toward her, slow and calculating, until I was close enough to see her eyelashes trembling.
Her knees touched my shoulder as she held the sheet tight.
“I shouldn’t have pushed you this far,” I whispered, every word heavy with pain. “I take all the blame.”
Her breath hitched.
“But you need to erase every feeling you’re nurturing for this old man,” I added softly.
She stared, her voice barely a breath. “Why?”
My jaw locked.
She doesn't know about Delilah or anything that has to do with my past life and doesn't have to know. It is the best this way.
I exhaled shakily. “I’m not the right man for you.”
Evelyn nodded slowly, her eyes glassy. “I know where you're driving at. I get it.” She held the sheet tighter. “But I’m not trying to change you or fix you.
I clenched my fists.
“I’m not asking you to love me,” she whispered again. “I just…. I want to feel close to you. Even if it’s just for a moment.”
My eyes closed, because hearing her say that felt like someone was dragging barbed wire across my heart. This girl didn’t even understand the power she had over me.
Her hand reached out, timidly touching the side of my face.
I swallowed hard.
“Lorenzo,” she whispered, her thumb brushing my jaw. “I’m here. I’m right here, for you.”
I grabbed her wrist, gently but firmly, pulling her hand away before I lost every ounce of control I had left.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I said, voice low, shaking.
“I do,” she whispered.
That was it. That was the breaking point.
I stood up quickly and turned away from her. “Go to sleep.”
“But…..”
“Evelyn, please.” My voice cracked. I didn’t even try to hide it. “If you say one more word….. I won’t be able to walk away this time.”
The room fell painfully silent.
I felt her eyes burning into my back. I felt the guilt, the desire, the fear, it all came crashing at once.
“Okay….” she whispered finally, her voice fragile.
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, trying to steady myself.
“I’ll sleep,” she added softly, “if that’s what you want.”
“It’s what you need,” I said quietly, though I wasn’t sure if I believed my own words anymore.
I walked toward the door, each step heavier than the last. My hand pressed against the knob.
But before I opened it, I heard her voice again, small, trembling, innocent.
“Lorenzo…..” My breath broke. “Goodnight,” she whispered.
I didn’t trust myself to look at her. If I did, I would go back. I would destroy every wall I had built for so many years.
So I opened the door and walked out. But the second I stepped into the hallway, something inside me cracked completely.
I leaned against the wall, dragging my hand down my face, my heart beating like it wanted to tear free from my chest.
I never imagined a day would come when I’d find Delilah and have to wrestle with the choice between going back to her or staying with the woman who barely sneaked into my life, the one who stole my powers and somehow, effortlessly, stole a piece of me too.