Helanie:
Once he took to our bedroom and placed next to the door like a statue, he locked the door while I stood there, glaring at him with my hands on my waist.
"What?" he asked, shrugging.
"What is going on with you? I was trying to help Charlotte," I argued, watching him act like he didn’t care. He began taking off his wristwatch, all the while staring at his reflection in the mirror.
"Did she ask for your help?" he asked.
"Huh? Your mother hit her," I added.
"Okay? Let them deal with it. You’re supposed to be in your bedroom past ten," he stated—no, he ordered and my breath hitched.
"Why is that? Are you my father now?" I questioned in a sharp tone. Maybe I wanted the old Norman back—the one who didn’t make feel so shy. I used to be playful with him because I knew Norman didn’t have the courage or interest to make blush or embarrass .
But this new version of him was leaving speechless. I might have liked it—if he hadn’t slept with Jessica or told he loved her.
"Is that the word your generation uses these days?" he mumbled, either zoning out or pretending to. He was acting like he was so old man.
"Don’t you guys use the word ’daddy’?" As soon as he said that, his smirk widened, and his eyes moved from his own face to mine in the mirror.
"If you think you’re helping out because I was embarrassed last night or hurt that you weren’t... turned on, you’re wrong. It was my wolf who texted you, so I don’t even care how you responded or what you—"
My rambling faded as he turned around and began walking toward .
"I don’t do charity work, Helanie. I don’t care if soone is embarrassed. I do what I feel like doing," he said. It was his way of telling that he wasn’t acting strange to comfort about the other night. But the way he kept walking toward made start stepping back.
"I —I don’t know what you an," I muttered, shyly looking down. When I looked up again, I saw him unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. A gulp got stuck in my throat when I saw his abs. The tattoos on his chest reminded of Jessica, but he didn’t let break out of his trance.
"What are you doing?" I asked, backing away without looking where I was going.
"What does it look like?" He tossed his shirt aside and unbuckled his belt. That’s when my steps reached the edge of the bed and I tumbled backward onto it. As soon as I landed, I saw him smirk and stop at my feet.
"Norman—-I don’t know about this. You haven’t told . I an—Jessica and you," I began to feel so shy, completely unable to speak, especially as he pulled off his belt and unzipped his pants. He slid them down, revealing black shorts underneath.
Then he climbed onto the bed. Over —making lie down flat while I stared up at his handso face. He continued crawling across until he reached his side of the bed.
I instantly sat up, frowning, turning around to glare at him as he adjusted his pillow and curled under the blanket.
"I don’t know what you wanted to do," he said, a hint of playfulness in his tone as he lay there and closed his eyes.
What an asshole. He purposely did it. Who crawls over soone just to get to the other side of the bed? He knew what he was doing. I wish I had been stern and told him no.
"Huh, you have so wild delusions," I mumbled, trying to save face and headed to the bathroom.
While showering, I kept thinking about his stupid face and abs as he crawled over . I realized I didn’t say the right words. The way I reacted—it was like I was ready to sleep with him if he just explained why he slept with Jessica.
"I’m so stupid," I hissed, slipping into a silk top and matching silk shorts.
By the ti I ca out of the bathroom, the room was dark. He must’ve been resting. He does fall asleep for a few minutes here and there.
I got into bed, my back facing him, and sighed. But the minute I got comfortable, I felt pressure on my body from behind. He slid closer and suddenly wrapped his arms around , his leg bent and draped over mine.
I was too shocked to move. Even my breathing slowed. He was breathing on my neck, and that’s when reality hit —he had completely covered with his body.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
The silence was so thick, my gulp sounded like water being poured into a glass.
"Sleeping," he whispered. My shoulders tensed, unintentionally sinking his face deeper into my neck. The way he effortlessly slid one hand under my body to hold by the waist, while the other hand lay over my arm—his fingers locking onto mine so I couldn’t move—it made sleep impossible.
I was too frozen to react. On one hand, his embrace felt like the heaven I’d been waiting for. His actions were no longer empty hints—it was obvious now. He wanted .
But on the other hand, I rembered the night he rejected –the night he said he loved Jessica... the night he slept with her.
So I had to stop this. I couldn’t let him give hope that would only end in heartbreak.
"Why? You don’t want to sleep with Jessica tonight?"
The mont I said it, I noticed his breath vanish from my neck.
"What?" he asked, imdiately removing his arms from and sitting up—legs folded under him, fists resting on his thighs.
"You slept with Jessica last night," I hissed, watching him narrow his eyes before staring at the wall behind —and then, he started chuckling.
"Ohhhh!"
I had no clue what was so funny about this, but his reaction pushed into my stubborn mode. He wasn’t getting away from this conversation tonight.
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