Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
“And you?” she asks in a voice with such compassion I have to raise my gaze to hers.
“I would do anything to take it back.”
CHAPTER 11
Nathan
St. Gerard is a massive skyscraper, equipped with its own restaurants, office buildings, and five-diamond rooms; they call it a hotel, but it’s practically a resort. You could get lost in here if you wanted to. You could live a happy life and never even step foot outside this building. You could also avoid someone else living here for as long as you had to.
If that’s what you wanted to do. Judging by the fact that I’m obsessed with knowing Hally’s room is in the east hall of the fourteenth floor, that’s not what I intend to do. Room 14206. There’s no name on the door, but Mark assures me she’s here. She’d better be.
I haven’t seen her in days. She’s avoiding me again and it kills me. She doesn’t have a choice, and neither do I.
I clear my throat as I walk past a small crowd of people by a cart set up for bagels and coffee. The rich scent fills my lungs as I walk by, ignoring how a few of the people creep forward, one with her hand out as if she’d like to stop me.
I pretend I don’t see her or her attempt to initiate a conversation, keeping my strides even and fairly quick. There are no verbal objections and I guess I’m grateful for that.
A single kiss, and I feel like I’m coming undone. A manufactured one at that. But it felt real. The electricity and tension between us were all too real on my part. If I still know her, if she’s the same girl she was ten years ago, it’s the same for her.
With each step of my sneakers sinking into the luxurious carpet of the fourteenth floor, I know I’m getting closer and closer to doing something stupid.
I don’t give a fuck. I want her. I need to have her again. At all costs. But I need to play this right. Hally’s always been emotional and hard to predict, like wildfire, and I don’t know what it is I do to her that sets her off.
I’ll be careful though, since I know better now. Which is damn good since I’m standing in front of her door.
My knuckles rap against the door three times. They sound even and controlled, unlike my beating heart.
As I shove my hand into my pocket, the door swings open. Hally’s unknowing at first, with a curious look on her face and then it falls. She stands in the doorway, her grip tightening on the door.
“May I come in?” I ask her with feigned politeness. I’m conscious of the fact that people are watching; they’re always watching, which is why we need to talk. Or at least it makes a damn good excuse for me to insist we talk.
Hally doesn’t answer. She simply breathes out slowly, like it hurts her to let it go and then steps to the side, opening the door wider. Her eyes stay on me, but they’re wide and swirling with a mix of emotions.
She’s scared. I’ve seen this look before, so many times back in high school. It’s the look she always had before we’d get back together. When she’d hide from me, run away, or push me away, but she’d always come back with that look in her eyes. Her mouth shut as she’d wait for me to tell her I was sorry, or that I forgave her, or simply that I wanted her back.
My blood courses with heat and excitement and so much more. She’s putty to me at this moment, waiting for me to make the decision. It was always so easy to go after her again, and it’s just the same now.
With every step I take inside, Hally takes a step back until her knees hit the bed. “Hally,” I say her name as I turn around slightly and gently push the door so it’s partially closed, just enough for privacy, but not enough to make anyone question what’s going on inside her dressing room.
“Nathan,” Hally whispers my name and it comes out ragged but filled with desire.
“I think we should talk,” I say evenly and then run my hand through my hair. “Can I sit?” I ask her, again just to be polite and cordial, but also to keep her on her toes, to mess with her and prolong this tension. I love it when she’s like this.
Maybe that’s why it was so easy to push her. The make-up sex and seeing just how much she wanted me was something I could never resist. Maybe it’s a vice of mine, fighting with Hally just to get closer to her. Everyone wants to be desired.
She nods her head, swallowing thickly and then glancing at the door before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Nathan, I want you to know,” she starts to speak before I can sit and it’s unexpected.