Summer❤
Bursting through the apartment”s front door, I slam it closed as I lean back into the door. With tears falling down my cheeks, I quickly wipe them away, trying to steady my racing heart with deep breaths. I watch through blurred vision as my hands tremble, moving toward the kitchen. I slide a stool out, dropping myself onto the seat, allowing my head to fall into my hands as my elbows rest on the breakfast bar.
I have no idea how long I stare at the marble in front of me, lost in thought. My mind racing over coming face to face with Harry since I fled for New York. Part of me wonders if he even remembers the fight, but with the conniving look plastered all over his face, I’m sure he remembers it well.
With my dad’s funeral scheduled for next week, I can’t even run away and not look back. Not attending the funeral to say my goodbyes is out of the question. I owe it to my dad to be there for him during those final moments, and without any suspect in custody, his killer is still walking free. I sigh as my mind reels over the day, silently screaming to run as far away as possible, but my stubborn side rears its ugly head.
Squeezing my eyes closed, an eerie feeling of being watched causes the hairs on my neck to stand on end. My head snaps to the living room. Immediately pushing myself from the chair I lurch into the open space, hoping to see a familiar sight. Scanning the empty room, I proceed to search the remainder of the apartment, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
Before the disappointment can register, I jump as a loud hammering on the door rings through the quiet apartment. Standing frozen, I crane my neck as a low voice can be heard. Taking a few steps closer, I feel myself reaching for the nearby lamp as I approach, I begin to lower the lamp in my hands as a familiar voice speaks.
“Summer, it”s Bhodi. Are you in there?” Letting out the breath I was holding in, unlocking the door I pull it open. his wavy hair is windswept as his chest rises and falls heavily. We stand facing each other, his eyes full of concern as the tears begin to dry on my cheeks. Wiping my face, I step back inside the apartment, gesturing for him to come in. As he steps inside, I close and lock the door behind him.
“Were you followed from the bar?” I ask nervously.
“No, he went back to his meeting when you left. I couldn’t see you, but I thought you’d come back here.” He shrugs, but I can only nod in response.
“I can’t even run away.” I manage to squeak out as a sob escapes me. I look at Bhodi as his jaw ticks, and he straightens his posture, appearing taller than before. Taking a couple of steps towards me, he gently cups my cheeks, those emerald, green irises staring deep into mine before he speaks.
“You aren’t going anywhere, Summer; I’ll look after you. He won’t be allowed anywhere near you.” His words are full of sincerity and warmth, allowing my eyes to close as more tears fall. Placing my hands over his, I open my eyes once again. As we stand in a trance, I can’t help but take a step forward, inching closer and closer as our lips almost touch.
“We can’t Summer.”
“Why not?” I ask, my voice breathy and full of need.
“Because I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
With a low growl, Bhodi pulls me close as his lips crash onto mine. His strong hands dig into my hips as our bodies remain flush. I allow my hands to roam through his hair and grab fistfuls as he backs me to the sofa.
Hooking his hands under my knees, he spins us around, dropping himself down onto the seat below, letting out an involuntary moan. Feeling his cock growing beneath me, I can’t help but slowly grind down, seeking that friction I desperately desire. Feeling his hands roam up my back, pulling my top down and exposing my neck, I feel his lips and teeth kissing and grazing over my sensitive skin.
I brace my hands onto the back of the sofa before he captures my lips once again in a frenzied kiss, allowing our tongues to battle for dominance. Eventually pulling away, his forehead rests on mine as we both pant, his fingers grazing over my skin in small circles as we remain locked in our embrace for a moment longer.
As his eyes meet mine, he searches my face before rising from the seat and placing me back on shaky legs. Taking a step back, he runs his hand across his mouth, shaking his head.
“I shouldn’t have done that.” His words are monotone, “Fuck!”
I look at him wide-eyed, before he turns away and starts heading for the door. Standing in the living room dumbfounded, I watch as he leaves, slamming the door behind him with a harsh thud, which causes me to jump.
The stillness in the apartment sends an unwanted chill through me as I stand in the darkness, my swollen lips still tingling from the kiss that I now instantly regret.