Chapter 84

Chapter 84

I trailed behind him, hesitantly crossing his room's threshold, and for an instant, I thought I had entered a different reality.

I was overcome by his aroma, which was almost overwhelming as I kept looking from the man in the center of the room to everything around him. It was like taking a narcotic.

The room was large and had a tall ceiling. The walls were painted a deep green color that complemented the carefully chosen plants that were arranged throughout the area. I was shocked to see that the fake plants weren't as false as they appeared as I carefully moved towards the foliage and ran my fingers over the flattened leaves before yanking away.

My partner had a green thumb and a sweet taste, which were the exact opposite of what I had assumed to be true about him.

His room's rich colors contrasted sharply with the cream and gold he'd offered me, and I found it intriguing how the velvety tones revealed a new side to him.

Even though I hadn't anticipated his room to have such personality or that he would have such a soft interest in indoor gardening, it nevertheless warmed my heart. I pondered whether he would become excited to talk about his plants if I questioned him about them and whether I could spend days laying in his bed listening to him talk about them.

My heart started to slow down as I drew closer to him and saw the glass doors leading to a balcony with an apple tree hanging over the edge. His bedroom revealed so much about him; it was so simple and yet so full of loneliness.

I paused in front of the opulent carpeting, which was arranged in patterns showcasing a plethora of colors, and in front of the enormous oak bed that took up most of the space. It was covered in green and blue silk and set atop a stone pedestal. I took care to kick off my shoes and stood on the woolen surface, letting my feet lead the way to the bed as they curled into the velvety texture.

I paused for a while, soaking it all in, knowing that I was the only one permitted to view him in this way and that he had never brought another lady up here. I stood on the end of his bed and took a step, and then another, evaluating the advantages and disadvantages. My hands gripped the sheets on each side of me as the mattress dipped, shocking me with a gasp of amazement at its unexpected softness.

At last, I raised my gaze to meet his, who was staring down at me with a still body.

"What's your verdict?" My eyes darted across the room as he inquired.

Standing right in front of me was a lavish fireplace that appeared to have been hand-carved out of stone, and a modern TV that was set into the wall was perched over it. There was an open sitting room with a glass coffee table full of books, a velvet sofa, and two armchairs next to where he was standing.

I looked at him once more before I said anything.

I whispered, "It's beautiful," looking right at him. He shook his head at my words because they had two meanings.

"There's nothing you would want to change." He asked, shattering my heart to bits with his inquiry.

The conclusion of this night was the farthest thing I could think of him while he was considering our future together.

"What would you say if I told you I preferred the color pink?" He arched his brow but remained unconcerned.

"I would repaint every inch of this room for you." His answer made me sigh, and I crossed my arms across my chest. I dropped my hands to my sides once again as his attention briefly shifted from my face to my chest, causing my skin to blush.

There was a growing sense of tension in the air, and the way he was looking at me with intention was creating a new sensation in my chest that was stitching my broken heart back together.

I whispered to him, "Don't change anything," as he drew nearer and extended his arms towards the ceiling. His shirt lifted, revealing his incredibly touchable and toned belly.

He was getting closer to me, and the tone of our talk was changing from charming to something more immoral. I stayed in my spot, my hands clenching around his silk sheets as I watched him start to undo his shirt, but he never took his eyes off of me.

I was staring at his fingers moving down the length of his chest, his muscles flexing beneath my intense gaze, and my breathing had become shallow. I couldn't take my eyes off his physique; it was lovely to look at and heavenly to touch. Rather, all reason had left my body as the temptation to thrust myself against him, nude and desperate, took its place.

I sat back on his bed a little to get a better look at him as he displayed himself to me. His chest resembled an Italian sculpture from the seventeenth century, and I couldn't help but wonder what his reaction would be if I reached out and touched it. I was curious about how hard he would fuck me, if he would throw me down on this bed, and if he would rip my clothes off of my skin.

When he got to the last button on his shirt, I looked away from the bulge in his trousers and briefly wondered what it would be like to be on my knees in front of him. Would he consent to my taking him into my mouth and me unbuckling his belt? I collapsed back into the bed, sighing quietly to myself as I fixed my gaze on the ceiling.

His heavy gaze caused me to draw my thighs together as I heard his heady intake of breath and looked down at my body crushed against his mattress.

The air was stained with the yearning for sex, and I knew what he wanted.

"You know what I would really like right now?" With a gentle murmur, he gently caressed my legs, seemingly prepared to separate them at my command.

"A bath."

I counted each heartbeat as his hands paused over me. The more I stayed with him, the more difficult it became to distinguish between the bad and the good ideas that were racing through my head.