Evander’s POV
"The only person I have ever felt... whole around. So please, don’t think for a second that you have caused pain." I said in a firm tone.
Yes, I was hurt before thinking that she had left when I was at my most vulnerable state, but after knowing the truth, I was the culprit here.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked away, trying to hide them. But I gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze back to mine. "You are everything to , Claire," I said, my voice raw with emotion.
She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she stepped closer, her arms wrapping around in a tight embrace. I froze for a mont, the warmth of her body against mine soothing and torturous at the sa ti.
"I am not leaving you," she murmured against my chest, her voice muffled but resolute.
My heart ached at her stubbornness. I wanted to push her away for her own safety, to shield her from the ss that I was, but her words— her presence— made it impossible.
"You don’t know what you are doing to ," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I rested my forehead against hers. "I am trying so hard to hold myself back, Claire."
"Then don’t," she said softly, her breath brushing against my lips.
Her words shattered the last bit of restraint I had left. Before I could think twice, my lips crashed onto hers with a hunger that consud entirely. My hands found her waist as I pushed her gently but firmly against the wall.
Every nerve in my body scread that this was wrong, that I should stop, but I couldn’t. My mind was lost, overwheld by the electric pull of her presence. I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming over her back, morizing every curve. The restraint I had fought so hard to maintain had finally broken, leaving nothing but raw desire that I had.
But just as I surrendered to the mont, reality struck back in the form of a harsh, unwelco sound.
The doorbell rang.
Claire pulled away from the kiss abruptly, her wide, frightened eyes locking with mine. Her breath ca in short, uneven bursts, and she clung to tightly, her arms trembling as they wrapped around my shoulders.
I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to calm down as I hugged her back, my hand gently stroking her hair. "Calm down," I murmured softly, trying to soothe her. "It must be the doctor."
Her grip on loosened slightly, but I could still feel her unease. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her voice tinged with fear and embarrassnt.
I nodded, pulling away just enough to look at her. "Yes, I am sure," I reassured her, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "You should get changed. I will go get the door."
She hesitated for a mont, her eyes searching mine for sothing. She seed still scared by the incident earlier. Then, with a small nod, she stepped back, her gaze lowering as she quickly made her way toward the changing room.
I turned toward the door, taking a deep breath to steady myself. My body was still buzzing from the heat of our mont, but I forced those feelings down, focusing on the imdiate task at hand.
To heal myself, I needed to rely on my own strength. I couldn’t use Claire as a ans to expel the effects of the drug. It wasn’t fair to her, and deep down, I knew it wasn’t right.
Even if there ca a day when we shared such intimate monts, I wanted it to be because we were both ready, clear-headed, and willing... not driven by force or circumstances beyond our control.
She deserved better than that. I would never do anything that would harm her.
I opened the door to find the doctor standing there, his expression calm and professional. "Good evening, I am here to check on you, Evander," he said, holding up his dical bag.
"You should have arrived earlier," I replied, stepping aside to let him in. My voice sounded steadier than I felt, but I was grateful for the distraction.
As he entered, I couldn’t help but glance back toward the closed bathroom door, where Claire was no doubt trying to compose herself.
Little did she know, I was doing the exact sa thing.
I had already dried myself and changed into a robe. My body was still burning as I made my way to the bed and lay down, trying to ignore the relentless heat coursing through .
Caspian, my so-called friend and doctor, walked in, his brows furrowed in concern as he checked my vitals. "Dude, you’ve been drugged heavily with aphrodisiac," he said, his voice laced with shock.
I shot him a sharp glare, gritting my teeth. "Do you think I don’t know that? Just treat , or I’ll die of this damn heat and high blood pressure!"
Caspian’s lips curled into an infuriating grin as he prepared an injection. "Really? Why not let introduce you to a hot and sexy girl to calm you down? Might be faster than the ds."
"Caspian!" I growled, sitting up straight despite the pounding in my head. "Do you want to die?"
"What’s wrong with that?" he teased, clearly enjoying my misery. "You’re single and suffering! Isn’t it good to have so company? Maybe she could—"
Before he could finish his ridiculous suggestion, the door to the bathroom creaked open, and Claire stepped out.
She was wearing a simple yet elegant dress provided by the hotel, one that hugged her figure just enough to leave breathless. Her damp hair frad her face, and though her expression was calm, I could see a hint of worry in her eyes.
"Woah!" Caspian gasped as he looked at Claire. "You already have such a beauty by your side! Now I can tell why you were able to hold on for so long!"
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