"You make me feel so insecure. Every morning I wake up, I'm reaching for you… but you're never there. Meanwhile, you have been on several dates with my best friend– How could you even lie about work? I'm so disappointed," Aurora nagged in a broken voice.
"Do you mean jealous?" Adrian asked.
"Me? Why should I? It's your life, your damn choices. I should learn to mind my own business."
"True. It shouldn't be your problem," he concurred.
"So, how long? How long have you both been seeing each other?"
"A week? Two."
"Wait… are you kidding?"
"Don't take it personal, blondie."
"Really? You hardly spend time at home and while you're away, you don't answer my calls or even drop a voicemail and I should remain calm? Did you forget about me or something?"
"Lately, I've been occupied with work. Don't you get it?"
"Oh, wow. You never said you ditched your old job and hanging out with Aurelia was the latest."
"I knew you'd react this way."
"Okay. First, tell me why you have sleeping pills in your drawer. You don't take them, do you?" she asked, displaying the pills in her palm.
"N-no, I don't," he answered, honest.
"It's for me, I suppose. You drugged me, didn't you? Now, I know why I sleep all day long and get up late from bed every morning. Overdose."
His silence said it all. She was saying the truth, so, he couldn't defend himself.
She pulled his shirt roughly and continued ranting. "I expected better from you and the best from Aurelia, but you two failed me. Why do you want us to keep fighting ourselves? You said you'd keep trying, but is this it? Tearing us more apart? And why did you involve my best friend in this? What's your gain if I lose you both? You can fuck around with other girls, but not her! It's just going to eat me alive. I begged you to let me go, but you made me promise to hold on till you're ready. So, why can't you feel it? Feel that I love you? Aurelia knows it and I guess she spilled it to you… just to make a fool of me."
OMG, she just confessed her love for him.
"Control your temper! You're losing it." he yelled. "Don't you trust your own best friend? Why will she do that?"
"And why will she keep seeing you without letting me know? Where's the trust? Because I can't see it–"
His lips crashed into hers, stopping her from speaking. He pushed her back against the bed, so she was underneath him. He pinned her arms above her head, deepening the kiss.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, kissing him back.
He groaned, loosening his grip on her wrist before breaking the kiss. His touches were like sparks to her. He nibbled on her skin, making her moan, breathless.
"I'm sorry. Goodnight," he whispered and rolled over to the left side of the bed.
Why was he apologizing?
She still felt his hard gaze on her. Her heart stopped and her body began to tingle, but she didn't know what to say.
"Adrian," she called out in a soft whisper.
His arms wrapped around her tiny waist and she turned around to face him. "Shh. It's late already. We'll sort ourselves out by morning."
She nodded. "Okay."
"You won't sleep with your eyes opened, will you?" he asked, playing with her hair. She smiled and shut her eyes, saying a goodnight.
He pulled her to his bare chest, drew the duvet over them and kissed her forehead, patting her hair. Then he sang one of the lullabies he had memorized for Anastatia till she was fast asleep before he dozed off.