The late night visit

Chapter twenty-seven

Harley

What the hell am I doing?

Why do I want to give in to him—yet again?

I should see him as creepy. He climbed into my room through the fire escape. I don't even know how he got in, my window is locked. He is being very demanding and a big part of me likes it. I want to go with him but I don't want to end up disappointing my father yet again.

"Why is it so hard to say no to you?'" I mutter exasperatedly.

He smiles, his grin eating at my insides "Because you feel the same way and there is no point denying it.''

It is easy for him to mouth those words but I don't even know what this is. I feel the same way? I like him a lot. I didn't think HE felt the same way. I don't even understand how he has switched from cold to hot. At first, I wanted to find a way to convince him that this could be more than sex but now, he is the one that is trying to convince me.

How did that even happen?

"And what way is that?"

He scoffs and then rolls his eyes. He reaches for me with the hand that is not wrapped around my waist and I close my eye because I want him to kiss me. I miss his lips on me. That says a lot.

"In every way. The night I had you in my bed, you became mine,'' he growls against my lips. It is animalistic and very controlling but I love his words. I love the claim and I welcome it all earnestly.

"We have to be quiet,'' I stand up from the bed and he watches me intently. "My mother might still be awake.''

He nods as I open one of the drawers and start to tug out my clothes "You don't need clothes, I got some for you,'' he points out.

I stop mid my ransacking "What?''

He smiles "A few essentials that you would need when in my house?'' he shrugs like it is nothing but his words are everything to me.

"You gave me a drawer?" I ask him.

He nods "Something like that.''

Slowly he stands up from the bed and walks over to me "I want to take care of you. Will you let me?'' he asks with the most honest expression I have ever seen on him. I believe him completely. I trust him at that moment. My head moves up as I nod slowly. This is affecting me a lot.

"We can go out through the front door, but we have to be quiet."

I grab a bag and dump a couple of things into it. I know he said he sorted out clothes but I still need to take underwear and other stuff. I don't know if I trust what he bought for me. Does he even know my size?

I grab a brown cotton dress and I can feel his eyes on me as I take off my nightgown and put it on immediately "Stop staring at me.''

"I like watching you. You are beautiful."

He always says that but I don't know if I believe him. I am not beautiful. I am far from beautiful and he is looking at me like I am the last meal on this earth and he wants to devour me. I like the way he looks at me but I also don't think I could ever get used to it.

They all wanted me in high school but not because I was beautiful.

They had their reasons. Reasons that I don't like to think about. I don't even know why I am thinking about that right now. I should put it behind me, there is this amazing man in my room and he is looking at me like I am actually beautiful and not just the girl he can't have.

"Come on,'' I urge him on, whispering so I don't wake the whole house up. He follows me to the living room and I let out a hefty breath because there is no one in there.

We tiptoe out of the apartment and once we get to the hallway, he stops and raises a brow "Why do you have to sneak out, you are not a child.''

I might be eighteen but they will never treat me as an adult. With the things that have happened, they only see me as baggage, one that they need to contain. I don't even bother to feel bad because deep down, I know that all I bring to them is a shame. The kind of shame that I don't even want to say out loud.

"Shhh…" I grab his hand in mine and pull him down the stairs. We walk out of the house and I see his car parked by the road. Once we enter and he starts the car. I turn to him with a raised brow.

"What if I said no, what would happen?''

He shrugs "I would stay with you. I mean, there is no doubt in my mind that we wouldn't spend the night together."

He is too sure about that and that is what scares me. I might have not said it out loud but he is so confident that I feel what he feels. He is so confident that I would do anything for him—even though that is how I feel. I don't want to lay out all my cards right now. I don't want him to see that this is more for me already. I don't want him to hurt my fragile heart.

This man seems to know more than he is letting on. There is a big part of me that knows that there is danger at the end of this relationship but this decision to follow him tonight has mapped it all out for me. I am all in, and it seems like he is too.

I don't want him to let me down.