“I, um... I guess I don’t understand.”
He’s never brought her here? Aren’t they in a relationship? I mean, sure, I think he treats the twat like shit, and for whatever reason she puts up with it, but come the hell on!
“Like I said, we’ve both changed. I’ve got my reasons why she doesn’t come here. Why I very rarely stay here. When I decide to share them with you, I will. In the meantime, it’s all yours.”
He abruptly turns without another word, obviously expecting me to just follow him. I do, though. I follow him through an open walkway where he switches on a light, giving me the perfect view of his ass.
I should not be looking; it only tortures my soul. But good God almighty. If anything, it is even tighter than before. Those black jeans hugging it are the luckiest pair of pants in the world, they truly are. That ass is the reason I never really paid much attention to other men; it ruined me for them.
I slide my glance down, checking out his long, muscular legs encased in big black motorcycle boots. My eyes roam back up across the vest he’s wearing over a dark-colored tee. I check everything out, from his robust traps to his expansive shoulders and back. He definitely works out and keeps himself in great shape. I’m glad he still does that for himself, at least.
He turns left into a room and turns on a light. Now I’m mad at myself for checking him out and mad at him for stopping. Damn.
But then I walk further into the room and it takes my breath away. There’s a huge, dark brown king sized bed up against one wall. The headboard is made of four wooden rectangles connected by a thin piece of wood. Two matching night stands sit on each side, with the matching dressers sitting against the opposite wall. A fireplace with shades of brown, turquoise, and a very light cream brick runs all the way up to the high cathedral ceiling. On either side of the fireplace are floor-to-ceiling windows covered with wooden blinds, which are closed now. I can only imagine the view behind those windows.
“Woah, this is your bedroom? It’s... wow. I don’t even know what to think. This is remarkable.” I twirl around in wonder. “It all looks... I don’t know. New. Don’t you sleep here?”
Cain ignores my question.
“Come on. Let me show you the bath.”
He sounds pained, which makes me stop and glance over at him. He’s standing there with his jaw flexing, arms crossed over his chest.
“No, I want to see this,” I insist.
My feet carry me to the edge of the bed. My dirty hands reach out to feel the softness of the turquoise and brown comforter. I draw them back rapidly, afraid to stain the soft fabric. Now I’m close enough to see that an intricate design is etched into the wood, and I peer down to study it. When I do, my entire body lurches backward.
“Th… those are Calla lilies. Good God. I… I don’t understand.”
Exhaling loudly, he steps towards me, eyes heated. He stops at the end of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I’ve never slept in here. Not once. I sleep on my couch. This is our room. At least I hoped it would be our room one day.”
“You must be joking me?” I ask, my aggressive tone masking my nervousness.
“I never joke, not when it comes to you.” He points behind him. “The bathroom is in there.”
“Wait, damnit. You can’t just let me see something so meaningful and personal, and then not tell me what it means. Why would you do something like this?”
Cain just stares at me as if I’m the one holding all the answers. His boots smack firmly against the hardwood floor when he turns and leaves. This man has thrown yet another curve ball at me, and this one’s hit me smack in the face.