Semua Bab Lust next door : Bab 81 - Bab 90

“You told him what?!” I screech at Lara.Last night, Hosea and I barely got any sleep, and I am not complaining about it, instead, my mind keeps replaying the feeling of his hands all over me. It’s been a few hours since it happened, but my body wants more of it already, my mind too.What I didn’t expect, or anticipate when I rolled out of bed and away from Hosea’s grip this morning was my best friend coming in to confess that she told Hosea I had been with Johnson. That’s why he had been cold towards me.My heart constricts. He was right to feel the way he did, and I had no idea, I thought it had been just the dinner. Searching my bag for my phone, Lara snatches the bag away from me, eyeing me suspiciously. “What are you doing?”“Trying to let him know that nothing will ever happen between Johnson and I ever again, especially since all he wanted was for me to meet with his parents and explain to them that they would never be in laws with the Vega family.” I remember vividly how

I should have walked away from Lara.Ignore Lara.But nobody can possibly ignore their best friend, not even if they slightly worried about their mental health. That’s why I am here. In the file room, looking at the document that echoed Lara’s thoughts and opinions. “I thought his name sounded familiar when I heard it, however, thousands of people could be Stephen Moore. He just didn’t have to be that Stephen Moore. It’s what I told myself anyways.” She got my attention with that. Running her fingers through her cropped her, she had heaved a sigh of exasperation. “I don’t have to tell you this, just end it with him, move, he won’t ever find you.” She had taken my hands, looking at me pleadingly. Eyes wide and honest as they pleaded with me. “Lara, you can’t just ask that of me, it wasn’t easy to admit to myself that I have feelings for him, but I did to you, you don’t have to be happy for us, just get straight to the point.” At that point, my irritation far outweighed any sens

Like the night of Stephen’s grandmother’s funeral, Lara and I held ourselves to sleep, crying for him, for what could have been, and because he had the bad luck of crossing paths with me. Work sucked the very next morning. My manager had asked everyone to come in for an early morning meeting, and I had turned off my phone last night, after his message came in. That was the only way to keep my hands to myself.Yvette, my new boss had screamed at me for coming late, I think she did it so others would fear the woman that screamed at the boss’s estranged daughter. It didn’t feel good either way, since I was feeling terrible already. I spent the entire morning thinking about him, about how abandoned he must have felt when I didn’t show up for dinner. I owe him an apology, for running away and for what happened too his grandmother, however, I don’t think there’s a right time for it, it’s been how many years?Yvette asks a question, that I miss entirely, if one of the female interns d

We avoided the boxes that spread across the floors like we didn’t know what it meant. I swallow the lump in my throat as we jumped over what seemed like the end. I know what he said, but I still feel like I could have done better. That’s how I always felt when it came to Johnson after everything blew up in my face. He didn’t say anything about the boxes, neither do I.We lay in each other’s arms like we used to do before the disaster. I can’t believe how much I missed it, missed him. Taking another whiff of his neck, I inhale and he chuckles.“I am not going anywhere, at all, I promise.”“Try telling my nerves that, I knpw that in my brain, but my body…”“I know what you mean, it’s like if I shut my eyes, you might not be here when I open them again. And I don’t think I can handle that.” My heart pangs. Now I wish I spoke to him instead of disappearing like I did. Staring up at the side of his face, I study him. The hair on his face, the texture of his skin, and then he turns to l

I think my heart stuttered loudly.That’s why I misheard.She couldn’t have said… it couldn’t possibly a love confession. I heard wrong, very obviously. Then she smiles at me, a warm smile that starts from the curve of her lips, to my limbs, tingling the tips of my toes. “Say it again.” I say breathlessly, unmoving in case I mishear it once she says it again.She laughs, the tinkling sound pouring out of her effortlessly.“I said, I love you, Stephen. I love your hands when they hold mine.” she says, picking up my hand and threading our fingers together. Her eyes fall on my our entwined hands, her mouth curving into a smile. “They are very delicate hands, but they do serious damage when they want to.” she laughs, bringing my hands to her lips and kissing them. It doesn’t do anything for the buzzing in my head.Is she seriously saying the thing I think she is saying? Am I hearing her correctly? Is this a dream? My eyes follow her movements.“I love how seriously you take matters