Page 38 of Tempted By Poison
“Now, before you give me some lame excuse, you should know I heard you last night. In my room.”
My eyes bulge and my eyes dart down. Well, that's very unfortunate. I honestly don’t know how to give her an explanation of what’s going on. Only that we kissed. Again. And again. Then we had sex. Very, hot, chaotic, passionate? Sex.
The best sex I’ve ever had.
However, I was vulnerable last night. I cried like a baby, and this morning when we woke up, I can't deny how off I felt. Like I’ve done something wrong even though I didn’t. As if I’m breaking the rules even though I’m a grown woman.
I woke up wrapped deeply in his heavy, muscular arms, baking like an inferno. Whoever said cuddling is comfortable is a liar because it's not. It's idiotic.
Yet, I slept better than I ever had, and the aches I normally experience were no longer there. His body felttoogood on mine, and that did something to me. It fiddled with the walls I eagerly put up.
I scurried from under him like a mouse from a hungry cat and rushed to his bathroom. My heart was thumping so hard he could've heard it through the door. I had to take twenty deep breaths before I grew some courage and decided to face him again. I don't know how long I was in there because when I came out, there was mouth-watering food on the living room table, ready for me as if he had the lobby make every last thing in their kitchen.
Then there he was, rays of sunlight casting off him, sitting in his sweats on the sofa, his beautiful, scarred chest on display with a lazy grin looking at me as he made both of our plates.
“I don’t know all the foods you like, only waffles, so I got everything.”
My body melted. A memory I had tucked long away resurfaced. My brother always made sure to bring home the best-of-the-best, homemade buttermilk waffles from my favorite diner. Sometimes Ronan would be with him.
“You remembered,” I said breathlessly, as my heart flips and flutters.
He looked up at me with a gleam to his dark features and said, “I remember more than you know, Anita.”
I inched closer with the hotel sheet wrapped around my naked body, he continued fixing the food until I was near him. We sat in awkward silence (least for me, it was) and ate until it was time to go. I scurried off to my room, got dressed, left the room before Ronan retrieved me, and waited outside in the truck for Bedford and Wicked.
It was all too much; I wanted to ask him what else he remembers. I wanted to talk more about the past and bring up the times when things in our world weren't so complicated and full of evil.
I couldn't. There's no point in digging up the past, so that's why I left before he could come to my room.
I’m not avoiding him. I swear.
You are.
I wouldn't normally care, but how do you act with a man who has seen you shed tears and practically ruined your body until you were too weak to lift yourself?
I don'tdothis. I’ve never stayed around after a fuck. I do not cuddle with men, and yet, I found myself cocooned with him, like he was my protector. My bodyguard. The blanket I desperately needed years ago when POPOV threw me into a dark hole for a whole week. A shiver rakes up my spine, and I push the thought away, never to think about it again.
I toss her a dry look in return, reaching forward and taking a pinch from my cinnamon roll on the platter before me...even though I tasted everything Ronan ordered. It's really an attempt to get away from her glares and questions.
“Nothing is going on. Last night was...” I blink trying to find the words. “A lot. And you were stabbed. It was chaotic.”
I’m hoping me bringing up her nearly bleeding to death would divert the conversation back to her. I swallow the food and go in for another piece.
She sits up slightly, looking over the seats where the conference section resides before flopping back down to me. “Don’t feed me that bullshit.”
My hopes sink. Shit, I thought that would help. But determination is plastered on her face. She’s going to get an answer one way or another.
“Tell me now or forever hold your peace,” she says, clicking her teeth and reaching for my bun. She breaks a piece off and stuffs it in her mouth.
She was so fast. I didn’t have an opportunity to swat her hand away. I let out a single breath, rolling my eyes to the hood of the jet.
“Gosh, your persistence is impressive, Wicked. Shouldn’t you be laying somewhere, like a wounded warrior?” One more attempt to change the topic.
She curls the side of her mouth with a shoulder shake. “Spill, Cinderella.”
I roll my lips between my teeth, my nerves jittering under my bones. Shit. I’m not good at any of this.
“It’s really nothing. We just had a moment last night.” I finally spit out. I speak low because Ronan and Boone are just a few feet from us.
