Page 35 of An Unexpected Encounter

“What the hell, Elijah?” her frightened voice screams in my ear.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” I plead with her, as I regain my footing just before we both tumble to the ground.

Her body feels amazing pressed up against mine. The only thing wrong is we’re dressed and my cock’s not buried deep inside of her. It’s crazy the intense feelings I have for her, not even really knowing her. The only conversation we’ve truly had was when I came to plead our case. She only let me stay long enough to do that, then kicked me out the door.

That’s not happening today.

Nope, I plan to use my time wisely and get to know my girl.

“You can let go of me now.” Her voice cracks, and she sounds like she’s out of breath. Fuck, am I gripping her too tightly?

Much to my dismay, I release my hold, already missing how she felt in my arms.

I remind myself it’s not for long. Selena will be ours. It’s written in the stars, you know, destiny and all that shit.

“Are you feeling better today?” I close the door behind me and turn the lock. This neighborhood isn’t exactly the best, and no one needs to come barging in.

“Meh, but the day is still young. I still have time to die. What are you doing here?” She doesn’t even fight, just shuffles back across the floor to the couch and drops down, pulling her feet up and covering up with the blanket. She rests her head on the pillow.

She’s white as a ghost and I caught how badly her body was swaying as she was moving, even though she tried to hide it.

“Have you drank or eaten anything yet?”

She shakes her head, and my blood boils. One of us should’ve fought her and stayed, or better, took her home with us. I’m going to kill that low-life good for nothing boyfriend of hers.

“I got you some crackers and Gatorade. I didn’t know which one was your favorite, so I grabbed one of each flavor they had.” Moving over to the couch, I sit down on the arm and pull them out of the bag, setting them on the table.

She turns her head and looks at them. “You didn’t have to.” Her voice is so weak and my heart breaks for her. I should pick her up and carry her straight to the doctor so they can find out what’s wrong with her.

“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. Now, which one is the winner?”

She cracks a grin for the first time since our time in the hallway at the hotel. “I like orange.”

“Then orange it is. A woman after my own heart. It’s orange or melon for me.” I pick up the one she requested and twist off the top, holding the bottle out to her.

“Thank you, and I appreciate it, but I don’t feel like drinking anything. I already know as soon as I do, it will come g back up”

“Drink!” I order her. “Or you’re going to become dehydrated.” My voice softens with the last words. She needs to know how important it is that she does.

Selena rolls her eyes, causing me to laugh, but she takes it from me and sips slowly.

“Don’t drink it quickly or too much. It won’t sit well on your stomach,” I remind her.

“Thank you.” She hands the bottle back and I replace the cap before sitting it on the table.

“Lie back down and give me your feet. I’ll rub them.”

“What?” flies from her mouth.

“You heard me, babygirl. Get comfortable and give me your feet.” She just stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. When she doesn’t make a move to do as I asked, I take the initiative and do it myself. Taking hold of her feet, I gingerly place them in my lap and begin to knead them, massaging every inch. She lets out a moan that has my cock twitching.

“That feels good.” Her voice is so weak I barely hear her.

She looks at me with heavy eyes as she opens her mouth and then closes it.

“Why did you call me that?” she finally asks after a minute.

I cock my head to the side, smiling that she noticed. Do I tell her the truth? Or lie? She does have a boyfriend.

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