CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65 BACK TO LA

*ALORA*

What should I say?

Can we really forget everything that happened here?

I was confused.

I used to have a strong stance about not wanting a man in my life.

And now, it felt like I didn’t know what I want at this point.

I needed time to figure it out, to figure myself out.

So I said to him. “Yes, we should forget about it.”

He didn’t say anything after that.

I guess he also wanted to forget about what happened here.

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Consciousness fluttered on the edge of my sleep-filled mind, and I tried to force it away. I didn’t want to wake up. I was warm and comfortable and content.

I snuggled into something that felt incredibly warm and it snuggled back.

My eyes fluttered open to see a head of familiar messy hair inches from my face.

A hundred images flashed through my mind and in that second, reality came crashing down on my muddled brain.

Oh...this was the last time I get to be this close to him.

My heart rate quickened as I lifted my head slightly to see the beautiful man wrapped around me.

His head lay on my chest,his perfect mouth parted slightly, releasing puffs of warm air across my bare breasts.

His body lay flush against mine, our legs tangled together and his strong arms wrapped tightly around my torso.

The Intimacy of our position hit with a crushing force that actually took my breath away. I wanted him to cling onto me like this, to cling onto me, forever.

I struggled to find my breath and not panic on how I’m supposed to act in LA.

I stared at him again, keenly aware of each inch of where our skin touched. I felt the powerful thump of his heartbeat against my chest. His cock was pressed against my thigh, semihard in his sleep.

My fingers burned to touch him. My lips ached to press against his hair.

I closed my eyes trying to get myself together. I still don’t regret everything I did with him in Greece. It was beautiful, it was intensed and it was meant to stay in Santorini.

I suddenly felt suffocated. I needed to calm myself down before he wakes up. The last thing I wanted to do get even more confused and unable to compose myself.

Placing one hand into his hair and the other on his back, I managed to roll him off me. He began to stir and I froze, holding him close and silently willing him to go back to sleep. He mumbled my name before his breathing evened out again, and I slipped out from underneath him.

I watched him sleep for a moment, the panic receding somewhat, and I was once again struck by just how gorgeous he was.

Stilled by sleep, his features were tranquil and peaceful. A thick curl had fallen down across his forehead and my fingers itched to brush it back.

Long lashes, perfect cheekbones, full pouty lips and a stubble-covered jaw.

He was so handsome.

Could he be mine?

Was it okay for him to be mine?

I made my way into the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

Wow.

I looked freshly fucked.

Last night was pretty intensed.

I examined the small red scrapes that were scattered along my neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach.

A small bite mark was visible in the underside of my left breast, an hickey on my shoulder.

Glancing down, I ran my fingers along the red marks on my inner thigh. My nipples hardened as I recalled the feeling of his face brushing along my skin.

My hair was a wild and tangled mess and I bit my lip recalling how he had fucked me.

I quickly shook my head.

I can’t think of this anymore.

I have to stop.

By all means.

I was jolted out of my thoughts by a deep voice.

“We’re leaving this morning so we can be back home by evening. Hurry up and have a bath.”

Turning around, I saw that he had put on a short now.

He looked so calm and I couldn’t even read his facial expression.

I nodded at him realizing that he had certainly had his fill of me.

And what happened in Santorini has to be buried in Santorini.

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On the jet, Caden didn’t sit beside me.

He was seated behind me and seemed to be busy with his IPad.

He barely even spoke to me.

I tried very hard to distract myself but I just don’t know how on earth I could erase what happened in Santorini.

Those memories were reeling in my head nonstop.

And the fact that he seemed to have moved on from everything made me feel sad.

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When we arrived at my house, Oscar was already waiting, he spread his arms, cheerfully.

“Look who we have here, the nation’s sweethearts are back!” He cooed.

I rolled my eyes.

“You guys did great cooperating, publicly. The pictures on the tabloids are marvelous. If I didn’t know you two personally, I’d think you two were madly in love. The people can’t get enough of you! We even have some TV stations wanting interviews with you two. We need to make good use of the public love for you.”

I wasn’t comfortable with this.”Oscar...”

“Oh, and I hope you two weren’t fighting everyday in your suite. I was really worried you might chop each other’s head off.”

And that made me uneasy.

I stared at Caden and his Adam’s bobbed, convulsively.