Semua Bab Noiseless Wet Dreams of You: Bab 71 - Bab 80

  He held me so tight that I couldn't breathe, he held me like I was the most precious treasure he has, his hands carefully roaming my body. I couldn't comprehend what was happening even though it made my heart beat so rapidly and so out of place. Did he really miss me that much? Did he really value me that much? I thought he didn't. I thought he wanted me gone. Is this his own way of wanting to bundle me into the car so he'd take me to the airport, he would stay there until he's sure that that aeroplane has finally moved out? I wriggled a bit trying to get away from him and he didn't even bulge; instead, he pressed me tighter to his huge body. "Thank you..." Came the whisper, "For coming back home." He continued, "I thought I would lose my mind before you could get home. Before I could find you." I swallowed, feeling like melting as his hands came to my hair, brushing the strands of my hair qui

 "Get some sleep." He had said those words before he left, but it didn’t feel like I was going to get any sleep throughout the night. My heart didn't stop beating. My head wouldn't stop replaying his words, the raw honesty of his confession. My mouth couldn't stop smiling. I lay there clutching the sheets, kicking my legs in the air like a little child, screaming silently into my pillow until my lungs burned. I couldn't believe it. I couldn’t believe that the most sweetest words I had ever longed for had finally fallen from his lips. He loves me. He wants me. He said that I’m a pill he shouldn’t swallow. My cheeks actually hurt from smiling all night. Even as I entered the bathroom to brush my teeth early in the morning, I caught my reflection and let out a breathless giggle. I stared at the girl in the mirror, my skin glowing, my eyes wide and shimmering with a n

"Condoms, by the way," I corrected him, my voice steady and sharp. "We used condoms." I said it slowly, letting the plural sink into him like a slow-acting poison. I wanted him to visualize the repetition, the hours spent in Brendan’s arms. "Oh my God," my mom’s hands flew to her mouth as she covered them, giggling like a schoolgirl. "That must’ve been more than a steamy night!""Very steamy," I replied, a small, cruel smile playing on my lips. "Too steamy, actually. I didn't know Brendan had all those feelings bottled up inside of him. He was so... intense. So thorough."The air in the kitchen was now so thick it felt flammable. Jake was standing perfectly still, but the aura of violence radiating from him was palpable. His eyes were fixed on me, dark and swirling with a mixture of agony and a feral, possessive rage. I could see the pulse jumping in his temple, a frantic, rhythmic beat that betrayed the stoic mask he was trying so hard to maintain."I think your mother has heard eno

  "Father..." I started, my voice barely a thread in the air, trying to kill the heated conversation between the two men. The air in the small, glass-divided room was thick enough to choke on. The hatred radiating from Vance was a sharp, jagged contrast to the cold, immovable wall that was Jake. "What is going on?" I continued, my hands still pressed against the plexiglass. I was trying to grasp hold of the situation, but it felt like sand slipping through my fingers. My father’s chest was heaving, his gaze flicking toward Jake with a venom that made my stomach churn.  "Can you give me some space, Mr. Thomas? I want to be alone with my daughter," he said, the words "my daughter" spat out like a challenge. 

  My heart skipped as that name, Yuna left his lips in the softest way, a stark, jarring contrast to the man I had shared the SUV with only an hour ago. The air in my bedroom felt robbed, charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. I couldn't even manage to find my voice to ask what he was doing in my room, or to demand that he leave, or even to remind him that Mom was downstairs waiting for us. The words died in my throat as he rose to his feet, the bed springs creaking under his shifting weight, and began moving toward me. I swallowed hard, my instincts screaming at me to take a step backward, to put space between my emerald silk and his charcoal suit. But before my muscles could react, his hand caught mine. With a firm but desperate tug, he pulled me into his body. His