Through My Window

Original Edition: 23. The Game II

THE GAME II

CHAPTER 23

My reflection in the mirror gives me a disapproving look, like it's judging my decision. 

I sigh, and rub my face slowly, what am I doing? Why did I decide to stay? I shouldn't be here.

But how could I say no? He asked me with those begging-puppy eyes, the plea clear on his face. No one can judge me, not even my reflection, having the boy you like in front of you looking all wet and sexy begging you to stay with him is too much. The alcohol in my brain didn't help, either.

I shake my wet hair and dry it with the towel. I already showered to take off my wet dress and I put on a shirt that Ares handed me before I got into his bathroom.

I can't believe I'm here. I feel like I'm invading his privacy. His bathroom is spotless, the white ceramic shines. I'm afraid of touching something and ruining it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I tug at Ares' shirt trying to cover myself as much as possible. Underneath, I only have boxers that are too big for me. I couldn't turn them down, it was either that or nothing.

I wonder if I can stay here but I know he's waiting for me. Ares hasn't spoken since we walked from the pool to his room. He let me use his bathroom claiming he would use the one in the hallway. For some strange reason, I know he's back.

You can do this, Rachel. He promised not to touch you.

If you didn't want it...

That's the problem, I want it. I do want to kiss him again, feel him against me and I know I shouldn't. Why is it that knowing we shouldn't do something makes us want to do it more?

Why did I say yes? Why? Now I am in the wolf's cave. Determined, I open the bathroom door and get back to the room. The room is semi-dark with only a small lamp on.

My restless eyes search for him across the room, finding him sitting on the bed, shirtless, his back against the head of the bed. Part of me hoped he was already asleep but he's awake and has a bottle of tequila in hand.

His eyes meet mine and he smiles at me, "My shirt looks good on you."

Don't smile like that! Can't you see that you melt my heart?

Returning the smile, I just stand there, not knowing what to do.

"Are you going to stand there all night? Come here." He gestures a spot next to him.

I hesitate and he notices, "Are you afraid of me?"

I huff, "Of course not."

"Sure, sure, come on."

I sit on the edge of the bed, putting as much distance as I can between us. He raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

"How about we keep playing?" He lifts the bottle, turning his body towards me.

"The pool game?" He just nods, "It's late, isn't it?"

"Are you afraid to play with me?"

"I already told you I'm not afraid."

"Then why are you about to fall out of bed? You don't have to sit that far. I made a promise, didn't I?"

Yes, but you said that you wouldn't touch me if I didn't want to and I do want you to.

"Just precaution."

"Okay," he puts his feet up on the bed to sit cross-legged and I do the same, we are face to face, the bottle in the middle, "You start."