She walks into her room,myroom, and when I move, the door closes behind her. I am left standing alone in the hallway with my hands shaking, my dick hard, my heart racing and every nerve in my body still screaming for her.
What the hell was I thinking?
I wasn't. That's the problem. I wasn't thinking at all.
I head downstairs and force myself to focus, force the image of her in that towel out of my head.
It doesn't work.
I open the front door and Rafe is standing there with a bag in one hand and that familiar smirk already spreading across his face.
"Took you long enough."
"What are you doing here?"
"Matteo sent me with supplies. Clothes, weapons, the usual." He walks past me into the cabin and drops the bag on the floor. "Also, I'm taking the bike back and leaving you the car. More practical for getting around if you need to move fast."
"Fine."
He turns and looks at me and I can see him reading my face the way the bastard always does.
Then his smirk widens.
"What?"
"Nothing. You just look..." He stops and the smirk turns into a full grin. "Tense."
"I'm fine." I snap.
He only chuckles. "Right. Sure, you are."
Behind us, the lights flicker once and then come back on at full power, flooding the cabin with light that makes me blink.
Footsteps on the stairs and Isabella appears, fully dressed now with her hair still damp but her face carefully composed. But I can see the flush on her cheeks, the way her eyes won't quite meet mine, the way her hands are trembling just slightly.
"Rafael." She nods at him.
"Sweetheart." He looks between us and that smirk is still firmly in place. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No," we both say at the exact same time.
I’m going to kill him.
"Right." He draws the word out like he doesn't believe us for a second. Then he turns to me, so that only I can hear him. "So you two are still pretending nothing's going on?"
I glare at him but he just smirks wider, clearly enjoying himself.
"Why are you here, Rafe?"
"I told you. Supplies from Matteo." He says now louder and nods at the bag on the floor. "Clothes for both of you, food, couple of guns, ammunition, everything you might need for an extended stay."
Rafe is watching me with that knowing look, reading my face, seeing everything I'm trying to hide.
"You know," he says casually but again quiet enough that only I can hear, "if you're going to eye-fuck each other across every room, you might as well actually fuck and get it out of your system."
"Rafe—"
"I'm just saying. The tension is painful to watch."
