His entire body is in control of mine.
“You sure you’re good?” he asks, his breath caressing the back of my neck.
“Yes,” I whisper, my heart racing a mile a minute.
“Okay. Night, Lia.”
I swallow hard and whisper, “Night, Breaker.”
He snuggles in closer while I lie there, wide awake.
Instead of falling asleep, I remain restless, captured in his strong arm, battling between reveling in the way he holds me so close and freaking out that I just ruined everything.
When he drifts off and his grip loosens, I take that moment to slip out of bed, out of his bedroom, and over to my apartment, where I lie awake the rest of the night.
You fucked up, Lia.
You fucked up big time.
ChapterSeventeen
BREAKER
Smiling to myself, remembering last night as if it was just a minute ago, I stretch my arm out to the side to bring Lia in close to me, but when my arm hits the empty mattress, I crack my eyes open to find nothing but an empty bed.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I press the heel of my palm to my eye.
She ran.
I should have fucking known.
In the moment—God, it was amazing—she was right there with me.
But after, even though she didn’t want to admit it, I felt her running as fast as she could. Mentally, she was checking out of the possibility of an us and freaking out over the fact that there could possibly be an us.
I sit up in my bed and look around the room for any trace of her. Maybe, if I’m lucky, she’s in the kitchen or the living room with her favorite cup of coffee, but then again, I don’t smell it.
I quickly go to the bathroom as a dull throb starts pounding at the base of my skull, reminding me of the many drinks I had last night.
I’d like to say mistakes were made all around, but to me, last night wasn’t a mistake. The only thing I regret is not talking this out and not following my gut instinct that she wasn’t okay afterwards.
But I don’t regret teasing her.
I don’t regret biting my way across her supple chest.
I don’t regret the way her warm center felt sliding over my length.
And I don’t fucking regret hearing her moan as she brought herself to orgasm.
I wash my hands and move toward the living room and kitchen, which is completely empty.
Just what I suspected. So without another thought, I walk out of my apartment, down the hall, and knock on her door.
I wait a few moments, and when she doesn’t open, I knock again.
A few more seconds and nothing.
Panic starts to set in.
