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13 | unspoken apologies
Sleep evades me.
The phantom of his touch lingers on my skin. The force of his lips on mine is an imprint shadowing every other thought.
It has been three days since everything went down. Reece has done his best to avoid me—out of embarrassment or guilt—I have no idea. He either regrets kissing me for who I am to Lizzie or regrets himself for thinking about her when we were entangled like that.
Our breakfast and dinner sessions take place in awkward silence. All interactions between us have somehow ceased leaving me disheartened and wanting.
I am a self-respecting woman. I had full control over myself while I was with Casteel. He was no less handsome or hot but never once did I succumb to his charms—the blood on his hands being the number one reason. But Reece is different. He has left me wanting him so much that I can't even use sleep as an excuse to forget him now.
I drag myself to sit up after the constant twisting and turning. My throat feels parched, my heart is pacing fast and the spot between my legs is sticky. My nightgown has somehow bunched up around my waist, the sans-underwear bed outfit becoming an awfully embarrassing decision when I see an imprint of my desire for him messing the sheet underneath.
"Damn, that broody billionaire!" I swear through a chafed throat as I throw the blanket off me.
My whole body is hot, burning like my hormones are raging war to beg me to satiate this intense need.
He caused this. He has to solve it.
Infuriated and horny, I storm out of my room, taking thumping steps to reach Reece's door. I bang my fist on it, loud enough to wake him up if he were asleep.
"Come in," comes the richly deep voice from inside.
My clit throbs at the sound and I draw the doors open, entering into his private space. Just the scent of his everyday cologne invades my lungs causing the heat in my body to flare some more.
He isn't on his bed. I only find Shiver in it. The pup looks at me before going back to sleep again, completely unbothered.
"Reece?" I call, searching for him.
"In here," his voice greets my ears from the direction of his bathroom.
I pave my way toward it, stepping inside, and am greeted with an interior similar to my own bathroom except larger.
I freeze in my tracks when I spot Reece shaving by the mirror.
He is shirtless with just a pair of grey joggers hanging low around his hips, accentuating the sexy V that leads down to a path further South as if pointing to some secret treasure. His back muscles flex with every slight movement of the razor in his hand as he works the blade over his immaculate face.
So. Damn. Hot. I could cry.
I don't realize that I have been ogling his reflection in the mirror until his dreamy blue eyes slide to meet mine on our reflection.
His razor stops halfway while cleaning a path down his cheek as he quirks a brow at me.
"Umm...hi..." I begin, suddenly regretting the decision to barge in here. "Is this bad timing?"
"What does it look like..." He starts to bring the razor down but instead ends up cursing out loud. "Fuck!"
I see him wince as a cut forms over his cheekbone, oozing out fresh blood. I watch with my jaw dropped, finally noticing all the other spots he has nicked himself on. There are three cuts on his face while two near his neck and he isn't even halfway done.