I need to leave before I fall any deeper into this mess and lose what little remains of myself in the process.
Though, if I’m being honest, that ship may already have sailed.
He notices the shift in me because his eyes drop to mine once again.
“What’s wrong?”
I swallow.
“Nothing. I’m fine.” The lie tastes bitter. “I could do with sitting down, though.”
He nods, and before I can say anything, or even move, I’m swept off my feet and carried towards the staircase.
My arms instinctively circle his neck.
“Put me down.”
“No.”
“I can walk.”
“I’m well aware of that.”
“Then put me down.”
“The answer remains no.”
As though to emphasise the point, his hold on me tightens slightly as he continues up the stairs.
Once upstairs, he turns right and continues down the corridor until he stops outside a door. He pushes it open and steps inside before nudging it shut behind us with his foot.
He lowers me onto a large bed.
I look around the room.
Wow.
The man either has impeccable taste or hired a very talented designer.
Though, if I’m honest, this has Hunter written all over it.
It suits him perfectly.
It’s dark, elegant, modern, yet somehow timeless at the same time.
Everything has its place, minimalist without feeling empty.
The large bed dominates the room, with matching bedside tables. A lamp sits on one. A book, a glass and a bottle of water on the other.
“Why am I in your room?”
He doesn’t spare me so much as a glance as he disappears into the dressing room and returns a moment later with a shirt and a pair of boxers.
He places them on the bed beside me.
His fingers slip beneath my chin and tilt my face up.
“Where else would you be?”
