Page 76 of Through My Window
“You can leave after we talk.”
“Good. What do you want now?”
“You.”
His response surprises me and warms my body, but I try to play it cool. “You really are crazy.”
“Why? Because I tell you what I want? I’ve always been honest with you.”
“Yes, too much, I would say,” I tell him, remembering the time he made it clear that he didn’t want anything serious with me.
“Come here.”
Heat rises to my cheeks. “Oh no, I’m not going to fall for your game.”
“My game? I thought you were the one playing games.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Did you enjoy kissing someone else?”
The anger in his pretty eyes is evident but, still, I lift my chin. “The truth is, yes, I did. He kisses very well. Besides, he—”
“Shut up.”
A smile of victory fills my lips. The fact that I can affect him makes me feel powerful. He has always maintained that icy, expressionless demeanor with me, but at this moment I can see the emotions on his face, and it’s refreshing. “You asked,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
“I admire your attempt to replace me, but we both know it’s me that you want.”
He moves closer to me. The smell of shampoo caresses my nose as I feel his body heat pass over me. Looking into his eyes, my heart beats like crazy, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s right. “That’s what you think. Yoshi kisses so good that—”
“Stop talking about him. Don’t play with fire, Raquel.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes.”
His answer shocks me, and I stop breathing. Is Ares Hidalgo admitting he’s jealous? Did I fall into an unknown dimension?
He runs his hand over his face. “I don’t understand you. I dedicate a goal to you, and you go and kiss someone else. What are you playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything. I’m the one who doesn’t understand you.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “We don’t seem to understand each other.” His hand takes my wrists and pulls them up over my head, holding them gently against the door. He uses his free hand to run his finger along the curve of my neck and the edge of my breasts and a shiver of pleasure runs through me.
“But our bodies do.”
I’m about to fall, but I remember how cold he was after he took my virginity, and then how he sent his maid to throw me out of his room the second time we were together. I want him with all my soul, but my heart won’t be able to take another hit, I know it won’t.
I can’t. I will no longer fall.
I know he doesn’t expect any sudden movements, so I take advantage, and with my body I push him away, using all my strength to free my wrists. Ares looks surprised; his neck is red, and his breathing is agitated.
He tries to approach me again, and I raise my hand. “No.”
He frowns. It’s the first time I’ve ever turned him down, and the bewilderment is obvious in his expression. “Why not?”
“I don’t want to. I’m not going to fall, not this time.”
