Find Me Alastar(94)

We stand still, staring at each other. Oh, I care for this man, all of his beautiful flaws are what makes the whole perfect package. Is he telling me the truth?

“Give me another chance,” he whispers again.

I look back up the street as the stupid tears burn the back of my eyes. I know I shouldn’t want to even speak to him after everything that he has put me through, but damn it, I do want to give him a second chance. “You frighten me,” I whisper as my eyes search his.

“You frighten me more,” he murmurs as he squeezes my hand that is still in his.

“I want to take it slow,” I whisper.

He smiles and kisses me gently. “We can go as slow as you want, I promise.”

His tongue swipes through my mouth and I feel my dormant arousal reignite.

We stand in each other’s arms on the street kissing for a prolonged time. Not hot and heavy kissing… sweet, I missed you kissing, and I have never felt anything more wonderful. He holds me close and I put my head onto his chest as his strong arms encase me.

Finally, he asks. “Do you want to go back in to your friends?”

Do I? I look back at the front door of the club. Do I want to go back in there and talk crap to a guy I don’t like when I really want to be with Twinkle? I think for a moment and then take out my phone and ring Hank. He answers first ring.

“Hey,” he shouts over the loud music.

I hold my hand over my other ear to try and make his voice clearer. “Hi, Hank. I just rang to tell you I’m going home.”

“Yeah, I saw you leave with him. Guess you sure showed him who’s the boss then, huh?”

I wince. God, it’s true. I’m a total push over. Just hours ago I was telling Alastar to f*ck off and bragging to my friends about it.

“Do you want me to come back?” I ask.

“No. All good. Go. Have fun. Catch you tomorrow.”

I hang up and my eyes rise back up to Alastar’s. What now?

“Can you drive me home?” I ask.

He smiles and nods before kissing me again.



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I slowly unlock the door to my apartment as Alastar stands behind me. I said I want to take things slow and I meant it.

He makes me nervous. I feel like I can’t breathe with him watching me.

I lean up and kiss him again. “Thanks for driving me home.”

His hands slink around my behind and he kisses me.

“I will see you tomorrow?” I ask.

He frowns. “Can’t I come in?”

“I said I wanted to take it slow.”

“And we will.” I raise my eyebrows.

He barges past me, through the door and into the apartment.

I narrow my eyes and follow him in, closing the door behind us.

Great listening skills, Alastar.

He pulls me down onto his lap and kisses me. I can feel my resistance slipping. I’m feeling a little woozy, to be honest. Those cocktails had some kick.

I need to slow this down or I am going to be f*cked every which way any second. I put my head down onto his shoulder and he rubs my leg affectionately. We stay like this for an extended time. “Come on, sleepy, lets get you into bed.” He stands and lifts me in his arms, carrying me into my bedroom. Sitting me on my bed, he gets my pajamas out of my drawer and passes them to me. I smirk. I had forgotten how much he organizes me. He then takes his shoes off and slides his jeans down his legs.

“What are you doing?” I frown.

“I’m getting ready for bed. What does it look like?”

“Slow, Alastar,” I reply dryly. “You know. Slow? Like, staying in different houses slow?”

“Emmaline, if you honestly think that I am sleeping one more night without you in my arms, you are sadly mistaken.”

My eyes hold his.

“Em.” He sighs, defeated. “I have hardly slept since you left. Please, I can’t...” He hesitates. “I can’t function anymore without you.”

My heart melts.

“I need to fall asleep tonight with you in my arms.”

I stand still as I think. The annoying thing is, I know exactly what he means.

“Nothing sexual,” he adds.

I raise an eyebrow.

“Hell. You don’t even have to kiss me. I just want to be here in the same room with you.”

I smirk and snatch my pajamas from him before I exit the bedroom and enter the bathroom to change. Moments later, I am back to find him in his briefs standing at the foot of the bed.

I smirk, shake my head and pull back the covers. “Are you trying to entice me?”

“Totally.” He raises a brow and puts his hands on his hips.

My eyes drop down his torso and then snap back to the bed. “It’s not working,” I mutter to myself. “Much.”

He smiles warmly as if relieved that we just shared a joke. I feel my heart skip a beat.

“Would you like a drink, my love?” he asks.

I nod.

He disappears into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water before he climbs into bed next to me. I take my water from him, sip it, and put it onto the side table. He then wraps his large arms around me.

I smile with my head on his chest as his lips gently dust my forehead.

It feels good being here with him. It’s like a homecoming, and we lie together in silence enjoying each other’s presence.