I instantly raise my arms in capitulation and roll off him, jumping to my feet while he grabs the blanket and pulls it closer against his half naked body.
I bite my lower lip and halt at the door frame, unable to leave the room yet. This isn’t the first time he suddenly retracted himself back into his shell, and I haven’t figured out yet what to do to help.
“I’ll go make us breakfast,” I say, waiting as he stares at me from under the blanket.
He blinks and slowly nods. “I’ll be there in a bit.”
Ao meows enthusiastically and purrs against my calves, following me as I step out of the room.
“Andrew?” he calls out and I rush back in.
“Yes, my love?”
He eyes me from the bed and smiles. “Thank you.”
“Goodness, you’re adorable,” I grunt and amble to the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what you’re thanking me for but anything for you is a pleasure and a given.”
“Come closer.”
I lean in and he grabs my face, guiding my mouth to his and blessing me by putting his sweet lips on mine. “Mhm, yeah. I’m going to marry you one day.”
He giggles and shoves me away, cheeks flushed to his ears. “Get out of here now, you idiot.”
“Your wish is my command,” I curtsy.
Laughing, I make my way toward the kitchen and serve Ao her meal before preparing a plate of everything Aoi likesfor breakfast.
41
Aoi
I bury my face under the blanket, holding a hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat racing.
The look on his face when I told him to get off made me feel fucking guilty for pushing him away. But the longer I stared into his honey eyes, the more my heart constricted and the thought that I shouldn’t be here intensified.
Fortunately, he’s bewitched and a simple kiss was enough to make him smile.
I want to be with him, in his arms, wrapped up in every parcel of his being, but at the same time I just wish he would forget me before things go too far.
The more I allow him to hold me, to pierce through my barriers, the more scared I am that he’ll realize how fucked up I really am. It doesn’t matter that he promised to stay after my confession because people never stay when it gets hard. Why would he be an exception?
He hasn’t left yet because he doesn’t know the whole truth. Were he to find out, he’d stop looking at me like I’m precious.
But I want to believe in the possibility of becoming truly happy this time.
Kicking the blanket, I get up from the bed and slip into my underwear. The first thing I’ll do when I’m back at my hotel room is shower and get changed.
I have to tell the girls that I’m officially in a relationship with Andrew.
Fuck, am I really allowed to be so damn happy? I just want to bust the door down, curl up into his arms and kiss him all over.
Recollecting myself in front of the floor to ceiling windows and gazing at the city below, I sigh and trail my fingers over my scar.
It’s okay. It’ll be fine as long as I don’t let my fucked up brain take control over my life.
He loves me. Truly loves me. He won’t leave me, won’t hurt me because he cherishes me.
Keep telling yourself that and you might eventually believe it,the voice in my head echoes.You know it. He’ll wreck you and you’ll be the death of him.
