Or, I reached out and grabbed her because I was a selfish bastard.
And Arlys was my goddamn fantasy.
She reminded me that she had to use the head but there was no way I was going to let her use the bathroom everyone else did.
I knew what happened in that bathroom.
There was no way she was putting her ass on any of those seats.
So I took her into my room.
Yeah, it wasn't all that altruistic. I wanted her alone with me.
I wanted her.
That had never changed.
But I knew that the wall had to come down first.
While she was taking care of business in the bathroom, I got out my med kit and set out some things on my bed, both so she'd sit there and so I didn't think of trying to get into her pants before we talked things out.
She'd married.
Her father had told me that much.
Hell, he bragged about it.
I could practically hear him crowing when I saw the picture he'd sent me.
And a short note that said: She's married. You'll never get near her again.
The bathroom door opening brought me back to the present.
I watched her walk over to the bed tracking every damn step and breath she took.
There was something different about the way she moved now.
She was still beautiful, but she'd filled in where she’d been slim before. Her hips, her butt, and her... I had to turn away so I didn't stare at her breasts.
It was harder than I thought.
I wanted to look her over again and again, touch her the same way, but I knew I had to hold back.
I didn't want to scare her.
The single chair I had in the room was enough. I sat down and lifted her leg so I could take a look at the scratches from the table.
It was a mistake.
Touching her.
It stretched my already thin strand of control, but I still had some reserves.
I lifted the bottom edge of her skirt and tried to ignore what it felt like to have her skin against mine.
It helped to concentrate on the scrape in her skin.
It was red and raw, bleeding a little.
