All Chapters of A night with my ex-husband’s step brother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lyra's POV The silence stretched like a blade across my throat. I parted my lips to speak, but absolutely no words came out, and while that should have been an issue of concern, I didn't really think too much about it, because right now, the chances of me saying something to escalate the entire thing was more than high. If someone had whispered that this would happen before I walked out of my room a couple of minutes ago, then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have come out. I would have remained under the duvets where Xavier had left me. The silence echoing in the hall made the world tilt. My breath hitched in my throat and even though I knew I could pass out anytime soon, it still didn't jerk my body into action. I forced my eyes to dart everywhere else asides Xavier's face, but there was no way I could run forever. Eventually, my gaze locked on him, and I wish it didn't. Xavier stood at the far end of the hallway, his eyes fixed on me, on us. The fury I expected never came. There

Lyra’s POV The next morning came like a cruel joke, and honestly, I wished it hadn't. Prior to today, I looked forward to the sunrise and the sun seeping in through the window so, but today, I hated the sight of it. Heaven knows I would have preferred gray skies and thunder clouds to yellowly mess that was bright outside. The sun's rays poured through my window, and it spilled across the bed in golden sheets, but it didn’t bring warmth, not for me at least. The space beside me was still empty, the silence thicker than any embrace could ever be.Xavier hadn’t returned.We didn't sleep in the same room, but for a tiny second, I actually allowed myself to think that Xavier might actually return. It would probably be off brand for him, but I actually allowed myself bask in an alternate universe where Xavier would creep into my room and bed before I woke up. Then, the moment I opened my eyes the next morning, we would make up, and maybe get makeup sex too. “Stop it, Lyra.” I chided

Xavier's POV I'd never been a big fan of mornings, but today was particularly worse. The sun didn't shine as much as it used to, but I doubted it was just that. There was something else in the air. It came with a gloomy mood and a dull cold that affected my mind instead of my body. I tried to shake it off, but in between doing that and trying to push away the one woman that refuses to leave the back of my mind, it was next to impossible. I didn't sleep. Even though I tried to delude myself into thinking that I had, the pain at my lower back said otherwise. I'd spent as good half of the night turning and tossing. My mind wasn't at rest, and the few minutes I got to close my eyes, I was plagued with dreams about Lyra. There were many to choose from, but I remembered chasing her and then shutting her out. Then trying to get her to speak to me again, but she refused to give me the light of day. After a series of events, I eventually woke up with me screaming and clawing at a huge doo

Lyra's POV The silence between us shattered the second Xavier’s grip tightened on my wrist. His body pressed forward, his chest nearly crushing mine into the wall, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to slap him or pull him closer. Xavier on the other hand, actually made the choice easier for me. I was still reeling from what I might do, when his lips crashed against mine. Unlike the other times I've kissed him, there was something different about this one . It wasn't just tinted wiff hunger, it tasted angry too. His tongue deeper into my mouth and I had no other choice than to part my lips, just to grant him access. With his lips still on mine, he inched closer, pulling flush against him like he was burning and I was the only thing that could cool him down. I wanted to fight back, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't. He nipped at my bottom lip with so much fervour I had no idea when I let out something I between a gasp and a moan. I felt him smile against my lips, and

Lyra's POV His mouth was still on mine when I felt it, that subtle pause, the breath he took before pulling away. My lips tingled, still bruised from the kiss and all the others, but the sudden distance stung sharper than any bite.“Oh.” My eyes flew open, catching the shadow of hesitation in his gaze. I parted my lips to speak, but no matter how hard I tried, it felt like the words were stuck at the base of my throat. I knew this was the part where I kept quiet, and probably played it off as nothing, but before I could stop myself, the words slipped out, soft but unyielding.“Okay.” I shook my head slowly. “It's okay.” “What’s wrong, Lyra?” he asked, his voice rough, almost wary. “Is everything okay? You can talk to me, you know…” “I didn’t want you to stop,” I whispered, my chest rising too fast, my heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted out. I wasn't sure I'd been this shy in front of him before, but today's level was almost too much, even for me. “I wanted you to…”