Page 116 of Holding You
We talked, we laughed, held hands, and kissed as if we were living a completely different life. It was us, but not us.
It’s all so … confusing.
I didn’t plan to want a boyfriend, and I know that a weekend of fun by no means is what we are, but I’m not stupid. I’ve developed feelings for this man, and I can’t deny it.
I turn onto my side to admire the man lying next to me. His large body looks like everything he would do is rough and intense.
I smile. Alright, so there is a side of him like that, but the rest of this man is pure kindness, and I can’t believe I resisted him for so long.
I missed out on getting to know the real him because I get so focused on other people’s opinions.
I had a hunch that knowing Declan would result in making me fall for him, and I wasn't wrong.
He’s everything I’d be looking for in a man.
But I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Once we leave this room, we go back to who we were before we got here, because that was the deal we made two nights ago.
Well, minus the snarky comments from me.
I could never go back to that now that I know this side of him. The flirty side. The side that made me feel more confident in who I am than I have in years.
I close my eyes and roll to lay on my back.
This urge to snuggle against Declan right now, to hold his hand as we walk around this city again, across the airport, anywhere really, hits me in a rush.
It’s not practical.
We are simply two people who are attracted to each other andrandomly got stuck in a room together with one bed who also happen to live together back home.
The tension from always being near the other was thick, and we weren’t strong enough to hold back.
It’s as simple as that.
I groan and press the heels of my palms into my eyes.
How many more excuses am I going to come up with for why I made the choices I made?
I like Declan. I think a part of me always has.
“I sure hope you’re groaning because our flight back to Lovers is today and that means we have to go back to our own beds tonight.”
I let out a soft laugh.
I might be now.
“Nope.”
I roll to my side, tucking my hands under the side of my face as I lie there and look at him. He rolls to his side, too, and studies me.
I smile, because when it comes to Declan Young these days, that’s all my face wants to do.
I like the way he looks at me.
I don’t want to like it.
The rush of emotions that comes with it is almost too much.
“Alright, what’s wrong then?” he asks and props his head up to wait for my answer. His eyes stare so deeply into mine, it feels like he’s trying to read my mind.
