Page 66 of The Dark Obsession

Rafael’s smile fades, and he walks to his bathroom, gesturing me to follow.

I shiver unwillingly when I stand, feeling the cold from my damp vest and jeans.

“Shower, get warm. I’ll grab your bag.” He reaches behind the glass wall, turns on the shower, and leaves.

I stand alone, looking around. My is heart in my throat when I lift my vest over my head. It’s obvious he’s no longer interested, and I feel self-conscious. I hurry to the bathroom door and pull it, leaving space for only my head to poke out. I call for Rafael.

“Here.” He eyes me funnily and drops my bag by the door. “What are you doing?”

“Well, I didn’t want another situation like we had at mine. I sadly don’t have enough hands to cover mine,” I say as politely as possible.

He laughs and nods. “I won’t come in, I promise. I’ll wait here.” He grabs my bag from the door and throws it on the bed. “You’ll have to come to get your bag off me though.” He lies back on the bed, resting his head on my bag, then closes his eyes.

I close the door. My stomach growls painfully when I contemplate what’s ahead. My jeans are stuck to my legs. I struggle for a moment to slide out of them and almost trip in my rush but catch myself on the sink. The steaming water burns down my cold, bare back. The ice inside recedes from inside out. When my hands finally feel warm, I search through numerous bottles for shampoo. I rush through shampooing and conditioning and close my eyes for a long moment. The events of the day unfold through my relaxed and suddenly tired mind. My body jolts back to reality at a knock on the bathroom door.

“Rose,” Rafael calls out. “Use the towel that is folded by the sink.”

I unwillingly turn off the water, enter the clouded bathroom, and grab the towel from next to the sink. I wrap it around my body, breathing shakily. I open the door to peek through.

Rafael props himself onto his elbows at the sound of the door.

“Bag, please.” I grin and push the door open.

Rafael beholds me and bites his lip, smiling. “Hey …” He leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “You look fresh.”

“I feel fresh.” My thumping heart feels almost audible.

“Come here,” he whispers, his eyes bright.

Each breath I take increases my pulse. The blood rushes around my head. The water from my wet hair drips down my back, and I carefully step forward, unusually aware of my feet. I stand in front of him. My fingers shake when I run them through his curls.

He exhales loudly, reaching around my back to loosen my towel.

My heartbeat turns into a constant hum.

He mouths,Wow, then his eyes flitter between my lips and my shoulders, and he pulls me closer.

I lean forward, letting my lips reach for his.

He kisses me once, then moves to my jaw, now breathing heavily against my neck. “You’re amazing.”

Our lips entangle; every fibre of my being connects to his. My body tingles as his fingertips leave a blazing trail down my neck. Any worries seem far away from this cloud of passion we create.

“I’m going to let go of the towel,” he says between kisses.

My hands tighten on his back, pulling him closer.

He chuckles in my ear. “I want to see this.” He guides me a step backwards and releases the towel.

The towel falls graciously to my ankles. I can feel the cool air in the room, but my body burns on the inside. Goosebumps rise all over my body, when Rafael’s bright green eyes widen hungrily, awakening every inch of my skin.

The door knocks, making us both startle.

“Busy,” Rafael shouts, not taking his eyes off me. His chest flexes as he stands and steps closer.

I reach for the buttons on his jeans, my eyes lingering on his scar, then to his lower abdomen. I let my fingers tickle along the hard muscle.

“Sir, it’s important,” Lucy’s small and irritating voice comes from behind the door.

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