Chapter 5 my body tensed

bitches' broken hearts You can pretend you don't miss me You can pretend you don't care All you want to do is kiss me [6] Oh, too bad I'm not there." My head hurt, and I felt myself suffocating. I opened my eyes, breathing deeply, and thanked internally the second my eyes adjusted to the almost completely dark room. I felt a hand on my waist and my body tensed. I took a deep breath and turned my gaze, happily meeting Guilherme's calm expression. The name suited him, as did his thick Spanish.

His hair was spread out on the pillow, and if he lifted his head, it would clearly fall back, as if perfectly disheveled. He could easily pass for some model. I lowered my gaze and held back a sigh. Everything about him seemed sculpted to resemble the closest thing to sin. There would certainly be no regrets about that moment together. I quickly looked away and carefully removed his arm from around me.

I didn't even notice the moment I ended up falling asleep. The night had been more than satisfactory. Which only took me straight to everything I had avoided over the last few years. It was as if I was trying to shield myself from moments exactly like those. Yet, there I was, in his bed in a hotel room with a name that was hard to pronounce, in a city in the interior of Spain. How much did everything just seem to turn upside down? I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. I turned on the light and took a few seconds to adjust. I closed the door right away, afraid I would wake him up. I turned on the tap and ran some water over my neck. I took a deep breath, not wanting to do such a thing, but it felt instantaneous. The last time I had felt so good with someone was in the past. A past that I would give anything for not to have become just that. I turned off the tap and ran my hands through my hair, tying it into a messy bun on top of my head. I was only wearing a large shirt, which Guilherme had definitely put on me.

I only remembered being naked in bed. A purple mark on my neck revealed what had happened against the wall, on the floor, in bed... Feeling pleasure like that... It had been a long time. Somehow, my instincts didn't fail me. I took off his shirt and stared at my naked body in the mirror. Marks were spread all over. It was as if he wanted to mark me, and I felt his need with every kiss, every touch... Control yourself, Jessica! I held myself against the sink and took a few deep breaths. I couldn't understand, but the touch of that stranger still felt warm on my skin. Seconds later, I decided that the best thing to do was to get out of there. I needed to lie down on my bed and let my mind wander.

It was just one night and nothing more. I didn't understand why I was thinking so much. I put on his shirt and left the bathroom, leaving the light on so that with the brightness of the bathroom, I could find my clothes there. Fortunately, in less than five minutes, I managed to find them all and got dressed anyway. The only thing missing were my shoes and bag, which were certainly thrown near the door. "Are you going out like a fugitive?" The question, in a tone hoarser than usual, took me completely by surprise. I couldn't tell if my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my mouth because of the fright, or even because of his voice. I turned to him and only caught a glimpse of his face. The crack of light in the bathroom didn't allow me to see him clearly. The lights coming in through the window from the street were dim. However, I could see a smile on his face. He wasn't waiting for an answer, because he immediately said, "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, my dear."

I rolled my eyes at his words, but I couldn't help but smile. In some strange but enjoyable way, he had made me laugh out loud for most of the night. Well, until we got to the hotel room, which looked more like an apartment, due to its size and furniture layout. He was a man with money, or at least an heir. However, I didn't care about either of those things. I just had to get out of there. His steps were faster than my decisions, maybe he was rambling too much, as my brother used to complain. Soon I felt a light touch on my waist and looked up. Guilherme was only wearing underwear, and he seemed completely at ease in his skin. Too much for my psyche. "Don't you want to stay for coffee?" - he asked and I opened my mouth to answer immediately. He was faster, again, placing two fingers over my mouth and letting that insolent smile fall to the right side of his. - Before you say it was just one fuck, know that I understand the terms, baby. I just want you to stay longer so that the fuck, or rather, the three fucks we had, become six, seven...

- his husky voice awakened my body, as did his proximity. He was certainly one of the candidates for the chemistry between our bodies to be explained. It was pure attraction, and not even my mind seemed to want to move away. My body definitely wanted more with him. More pleasure. - What are you suggesting, Guilherme? - I asked, finally finding my voice, and he seemed to be a little amused by the clear accent in my pronunciation. Fortunately, he didn't ask at the moment where I was from. He wouldn't have bothered to tell me. - Well, I'll be in town for two more days, and from what you said on stage and that accent gives it away, you're not from here and you're not going to stay... How about two days accompanied by good food, music, wine and of course, lots of sex. - he suggested, and I looked at him mockingly. He was certainly an arrogant man, but I didn't take it personally. - Determined, that's what I am. - he said, as if he read my thoughts. - Come on, baby! - his hand went up to my ribs and passed there lightly. It was as if I felt a burning sensation under his touch. - Just stop... - I started to say, and he frowned, without looking away.

- Stop calling me baby. - I said determinedly and he pulled his hands away, raising them in clear surrender. - Jess, maybe? - he asked with a cynical smile and I rolled my eyes. However, before I could think clearly and decide to leave, his hands touched my waist and I was pulled to his chest. My fingers seemed to yearn to touch each part again, because they went straight to his chest and stayed there. "Two days only, Jess," he said, and I lightly tapped his chest, but all I could do was laugh at his insistence. "I bet if I stay this close, your mind will stop thinking about the cons, and we'll only have pros." "Well, I like the terms, I can't lie." I admitted and shrugged, and felt a light kiss on my neck. "William!" "What, Jess?" he asked, and I pulled away a little, unable to stop myself from touching his face. His posture changed, as did the cloudy look in his eyes. He also seemed to sense the connection we had. It was something to take advantage of. "But we'll have to go to my hotel room," I demanded, and he just nodded, as if it really didn't matter where we were. In reality, it really didn't matter. However