SWNOVELS Chapter 41
I’m in my bedroom, after showering and pulling on jeans and a T-shirt, after breakfast, looking a lot more like the wholesome kid
of days gone by, rather than the hot mess of clubbing from days ago. My hair is up on top of my head in a messy bun of sorts,
and I am texting back a so-called girlfriend ‘Sissy’ in New York. Finally, my absence has been noted, and now that I am clear-
headed and have some distance, I can now see how shallow these people really are.
She didn’t text to see how or where I was, she only wanted to know if I was bringing my gold card to the next party to fuel the
champagne supply. I have only ever been a source of freeloading for these girls; taking my designer clothes and shoes, which I
take great pride in hunting down with every new season release and crashing in Ambers’ apartment anytime they saw fit. I
haven’t heard from Terry, not that I expected I would, or even care, or any of the guys from my old group of friends and throw my
phone aside in irritation. I flop back on the bed, pulling my fluffy pink unicorn, Princess Snuggles, over my face and sighing out
loud.
How I went months, blind to these people and how little they give a shit about me, is crazy. It’s no wonder I was falling to pieces
and feeling worthless when I was surrounded by self-centered dickheads who used me and discarded me effortlessly. I was
looking for completion and set myself up for serious loneliness. I squeeze the stuffed toy tightly and quell the urge to scream into
its little soft belly.
“You could replace the bear with me. I hug back.” The familiar male voice catches me off guard as I yank the unicorn away and
snap my eyes to the open door with a heart hammering jolt. Arrick stands leaning against the door jamb a little sheepishly, and I
have to stop myself from having a visible reaction. My heart catapults into my mouth at speed suddenly, as nervousness I have
never known around him, envelopes me. I pull myself to sitting and tighten the hair bobble on top of my head. Averting my eyes
to the toy I’m now picking at awkwardly while trying to appear completely normal.
“Why would I want to do that?” I murmur quietly, torn between still being hurt and mad at him, and not knowing how to behave
anymore. I was so sure he’d gone back to the city by now, to her, and not standing in my bedroom doorway, looking every bit like
a fantasy man in a casual T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Devastating my insides in ways I have no way of dealing with now I not
what it is. Having something made crystal clear for you changes everything you do after, and right now, my entire body is only
too aware that what I am feeling is in direct connection to knowing I love him.
Fuck.
“Because I could do with a forgiveness hug after being an asshole yesterday. Saying things I didn’t mean. Tell me what you need
to forgive me, Sophs.” He smiles my way, voice remorseful and eyes a little soft. I catch his eye and glance away shyly,
completely freaking out with how not normal this feels and how crazily cute he is when he’s being this way. All I am seeing is
hazy brown eyes over dimpled sexiness and my heart is an instant mass of freakin butterflies.
Jesus. H. Christ.
“Maybe I don’t forgive you,” I whisper, resisting the urge to recoil when he walks over and climbs on the bed, close to me. He
stays on his knees a moment, so he towers over me, his hand coming out to mess with my hair childishly. I slap his hand away
and pull my knees in, cuddling Princess Snuggles into my abdomen in a bid to feel more in control, less likely to you know, lick
his abs or throw myself at his mouth.
God, why have I never noticed just how kissable those perfect pouted lips are?
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Looking like a kid again, Sophs. Are you back to sulking like one, and making me suffer for being a shithead?” He flops down on
the bed beside me, so he’s sat on his butt and more level with my height, while trying to hook an arm over my shoulder, but I
lean away so he misses, and try not to jump off the bed like a loony whose pants are on fire. I feel like an absolute freak. Hating
that three little words can destroy the peace and calm I always felt with him. “Don’t stay mad at me. I hate it when you’re pissed
at me.” His husky deep voice is even lower today, gentle, and somehow even more devastating to me as he tilts his face in
tantalizingly close. I can smell everything that is good about him and my heart lurches in pain making me immediately
claustrophobic with the five thousand sensor alarms going off in my body. I literally think I may have another panic attack at this
rate.
“I’m not mad at you anymore.” My voice breaks and I slide away fast, out of reach of his embrace, unable to bear his touch
anymore and afraid of him trying. He’s always just effortlessly touched me with innocent touches. Except now, to me, the
innocence is gone, and I know a single touch will cause me pain.
“What’s wrong then? You’re acting weird as hell if you’re not sulking. Didn’t you sleep?” He watches me move around the room,
primping and preening items that are already neat and tidy, just an excuse to wander. I don’t want to turn and look at him,
casually nestled on my bed like he belongs there, sitting all wide shouldered and muscular, with strong thighs and way too many
male hormones for a pink and fluffy bedroom.
“Yeah, I’m tired,” I reply flatly. Not sure how else to explain the absolute weird way I know that I am behaving. It’s like I have lost
all ability to even talk to him anymore. My voice clogging up in my throat with a surge of overwhelming pain at his presence. I try
to avoid looking at him and just will him to leave until I can at least pull myself together.