Unwritten Desires-Chapter 47

Eleanor

My head was pounding and all I could do was groan in pain as I sat up on the bed. The room was a blurry haze around me as I opened my eyes but I just assumed it was because I wasn’t wearing my glasses.

My glasses.

Right.

A small whimper slipped out of me as I reached for my head trying to soothe my splitting headache. Somehow, I had finally gotten used to a few things here in my new life as Theadora and I didn’t even know if that was supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing.

I blindly reached for my bedside table to grab my glasses but my hand met the empty space beside me instead.

I stiffened at the foreign feeling.

My gaze snapped towards the small corner only to find out that the table wasn’t there.

"What on earth?" I mumbled to myself before taking in the room again.

The walls were different—sleek, dimly lit and completely unfamiliar. The curtains were definitely not mine and now that I think about it, the bed was too damn big.

What? This wasn’t my room.

"Where am..." The question died on my lips when the expensive scent of sandalwood and something else I couldn’t quite name curled into my nose—and just like magic, everything came rushing back.

"No! No, no, no." I shook my head frantically as my grip tightened around the blanket hoping that it would shield me from whatever reality I had found myself in. But as I held the blanket closer to my chest, all I could smell was his stupid scent, so I shoved it away like it burned my skin.

"This can’t be right." I mumbled, my limbs heavy and clumsy as I backed into the headboard, the air around me suddenly becoming thick and hot, like the temperature had just spiked twenty degrees.

I tried my best to recall exactly what had happened but the pounding in my head wouldn’t stop, and there was this weird fog in my brain, like the kind that comes after crying too hard or waking up from a dream you can’t quite remember.

But then I turned—and froze when I found the crumpled sheets beside me.

Like someone had been lying there moments ago.

My heart stalled and I suddenly felt like all the air was knocked out of my lungs.

I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe any of this, but I could still feel it all.

Him. His hands. Everywhere.

On my skin. On my chest. Between my thighs.

Oh God.

What have I done?

What have we done?

"Gosh...I’m gonna kill that stupid jerk." I muttered to myself as I struggled to get my feet out of the tangled sheets but the sudden sound of a familiar voice startled me so badly I tumbled off the bed, landing on my butt with a small thud and I couldn’t even stop the miserable wince that slipped out.

"Kill who now?" My gaze snapped towards the doorway with my heart pounding in my chest, only to find Liam standing there.

I couldn’t exactly see him properly since he was a bit far away and I wasn’t wearing my glasses, but I obviously didn’t need anyone to tell me to know it was Liam.

He probably noticed the way I was squinting my eyes at him because a second later, he was strolling towards me like he hadn’t just sent me crashing to the ground.

Without thinking, I began crawling backwards and it didn’t take long before my back hit the wall. "What are you...get away from me." I bit out.

"Relax." He sounded way too casual for the situation we were in. "I’m just giving you back your glasses. Apparently you’re blind without them..."

I was about to say something about his stupid comment but I was suddenly distracted by his crisp shirt that was now crumpled.

Now that he was up close and towering over me, I could see him properly now—and it wasn’t exactly helping my nerves.

His dark hair was tousled, the strands falling a little over his forehead. His crisp shirt was now wrinkled—the two top buttons undone and the fabric looking like someone had grabbed it.

I stiffened at the realization.

That someone was me.

I grabbed his shirt, probably when I was...

"...obviously you knew that and you still took the contacts off." His flat tone sliced through my thoughts before they could spiral down on an unwanted path.

Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if he said that to rile me up or to bring my attention back to his face. Either way, it did both.

I glared at him as I yanked my glasses out of his palm. "Careful, you wouldn’t want to break that." He quipped as I slid my glasses on. "If you do, I’ll have to be your human walking stick till I get you a new one and I’m definitely not signing up for that."

"Please." My words were heavy with disdain. "I’d rather walk into a wall than depend on you."

His lips twitched. "Good to hear."

His gaze then dropped to my clothes and in an instant, I was acutely aware of the skimpy sundress I had worn to distract the investigator.

Suddenly my eyes widened at my discovery.

My clothes were still on.

Why were my clothes still on when we.... frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

I immediately shook off the thought before lifting my gaze to meet the unreadable ones above me.

Clearly, he wasn’t going to tell me anything of of his own will, so now I had to ask.

I tore my gaze away from his, desperate to hide the flush creeping up my cheeks as I realized where the conversation was headed.

But before I could gather my words, his words thundered from above me, "Care to explain why you woke up screaming?"

I turned to see an outstretched hand right in front of me.

My gaze instinctively trailed up the length of his arm, past the loose folds of his rumpled sleeve, all the way to his face—where I was met with one perfectly arched brow, raised in that signature look of his that said hurry up before I change my mind.

It took me a second longer than it should have to realize it, but I eventually did.

He was actually offering to help me up.

I blinked, taken aback by the gesture.

I should have been surprised.

I mean I was surprised but given the situation we were in, I clearly had other things to worry about.

After a few seconds of hesitation, I finally took his hand, and with a swift tug, he hauled me to my feet, bringing me to his eye level.

Well...almost.

It wasn’t until he tilted his head slightly and gave me a once-over that I realized that he had asked me a question.

"Uh..." I stuttered, wondering how I was going to bring up what happened without looking stupid. "Let’s just say I woke up in a room that wasn’t mine and started panicking."

"I see." He let his gaze linger on me for another second before heading straight for the door, but my rushed words ended up halting him in his tracks.

"Did I...I mean, did we..." I trailed off gesturing towards the bed since I couldn’t exactly voice my thoughts.

My question had him turning around, looking like he was taken aback by my jumbled words, and if he did understand what I was hinting at, he didn’t show it.

I waited for him to say something—anything—but he just stared at me, with that annoyingly unreadable expression of his.

And soon, when I realized he wasn’t going to make this easy, the words just started spilling out.

"You know, usually when someone trails off like that, the other person is supposed to jump in and save them." I muttered more to myself than him. "Or at least say something instead of standing there like a statue..."

"No." Liam interrupted, sounding as unimpressed as ever as he crossed his arms over his chest. "We didn’t."

I blinked, thrown off before I hesitantly pointed at the rumpled sheets. "But..."

"That happened when I laid you down and you didn’t let go of my shirt." His eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn’t quite place as he gestured to his wrinkled shirt. "Obviously I didn’t want to wake you since you were still under the effect of the drug so I had to lay there until you loosened your grip."

"What? I fell asleep? When did I fall asleep?" I blurted out, feeling like the ground had just tilted under me.

"You don’t remember falling asleep?" He asked, one brow arching slightly as he studied me.

"No..." the words tumbled out before I could even stop myself. "I remember us in the car, and then... it happened, and we were suddenly..." I paused, realizing too late what I was about to say. My fingers instinctively fisted the hem of my dress.

His eyes narrowed, a knowing gleam flickering in them. "Were you...dreaming about me? About us?" He asked, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"What?" I choked out, my heart practically somersaulting in my chest as it dawned on me.

I was dreaming.

Everything I remembered... was just a dream.

I blinked rapidly, trying to gather the facts.

But...if it was all a dream, then...then what actually happened?

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