Seeing Red: Book 1 Of The Moretti Series ✔

Ch 11- Remi

*Mature Content Ahead (18+)*

The sexual content and violence of this chapter is fictional. Violence should not be used against someone else unless it is absolutely necessary. Please remember that a healthy relationship provides shared comfort and satisfaction. If you are in an abusive relationship, please seek help.

Laying naked in my living room, my lungs were working hard to get and find oxygen. Micah was a freaking force of nature. One minute we were chatting like normal people, the next we were ripping at each other's clothes.

My head reeled as the thoughts of what Micah had said came back to me. 

Holy shit, no one had talked to me like that! Ben sure as fuck didn't. Beb may have said as many compliments to me in our three-year relationship, as Micah had said to me that night. 

To think, I was so close to telling him I wanted to end things. I couldn't think straight. One of the strongest thoughts was why. Why me? Why did he want me? I felt so inadequate for his attention and his affection. Didn't he have a beautiful woman for every day of the week? And then he admitted that he did! 

Fuck my Goddamn brain for fucking up shit with him! 

This never happened. I never got attention from men like him! Then again, what was my problem? Shay had even said I shouldn't fight it, but I was. Why did I have to open my mouth to let these thoughts spill out?

He had pulled away. When he did, I thought things may have clicked for him. It felt like he was on the other side of the kitchen. That, at any moment, he would turn and head out, but he stayed. Not only did he stay, but he looked at me like I was a goddess. His caress when his hands came back to my skin, was soft, gentle, caring.

"Gorgeous?" His deep husky voice snapped me back to the present. He had rolled onto his side, next to me. "You look too deep in thought. Aren't we not thinking?"

"Sorry," the word came out groggy. I rubbed my face with my hands. "I'm pretty drained from my shift." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either.

"You sure that's all that drained you?" He nipped playfully at my shoulder.

Smiling into my hands, "You're ridiculous!" He rolled me into him. His larger frame wrapping around mine. All of the cushions from my couch were on the floor as well as the blanket. "We made a bit of a mess. What now?" I uncovered my face to look at him. He was close.  I suddenly felt a blush heat my cheeks as he scanned my face. The look in his eyes was mysterious, heated, but calm.

"Be mine." He said it so matter-of-factly that I started laughing.

"Is it Valentine's day? Sorry lover, pretty sure it's still only April."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Didn't you just?"

"Yes, smart ass. I want to know about what you said earlier. You don't like compliments, okay, but talking like you aren't good enough. Saying you're a 'nobody.' Talk to me."

"I don't know. Ben is my only ex. I had never dated anyone before him and I haven't dated anyone since. He and I got into a relationship for all the wrong reasons. At first, he was kind and affectionate but," I stopped. Feeling vulnerable, I realized I was about to bare some of my most personal experiences with Micah. Laying naked on my apartment floor, I felt less bare than what I knew I wanted to share with him.  "It was a lot of physical attraction. When he got distant, he started pushing me away and then reeling me back in. Like an idiot, I fell for it every time."