Blasphemous (Torn #3)(63)
“If that is the case, then let me stay and be here for you. You don’t look okay to me, Emma.”
I haven’t been okay for over eight months now. This was nothing. “I’m okay, really. I’m just going to call someone, then all will be good.”
Bass was acting like he wasn’t going to buy anything I told him tonight. “I’m right here. You can talk to me. You used to love talking to me. Why can’t it be me?”
Was it just me or did that question stink of why we broke up? “We were never friends, Bass. Let’s not pretend that we were. I haven’t seen you in months. What is there to talk about?”
“Nothing… everything,” Bass huskily said, disengaging me from reality, placing me in a trance-like state.
His voice was so seductive that I felt it hypnotize my entire being. Was it because I was drunk? The more I wanted to snap out of the catatonic funk, the wearier I became.
“Come here. Let me hold you till you sleep. You used to sleep like a baby in my arms.”
“No,” I whispered weakly. However, he hadn’t cared about my words because he simply lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing and carefully placed me on the bed.
“You’re tired, so please let’s not argue or fight. I’m staying.” Bass stripped before me and I couldn’t help gawking at his delicious body. Leaving on his boxer-briefs, he moved towards the side-table and set his phone down before sliding in next to me, gathering me in his arms as he did so.
I was afraid to move or even breathe because I was freaking out inside. What the hell? How did this happen so quickly? I was rehashing the events from when I realized that I lost my key when Bass shifted me onto my side, spooning against me.
“Will you relax? You’re stiff as a board. I’m not going to have sex with you the minute you fall asleep.”
“That certainly hasn’t stopped you before.” Recalling how many times we woke each other up in the middle of the night because we were ravenous.
“Well, that was when you gave me unlimited access to your body so calm down. I’m only here to comfort you. Nothing more.” His arms pulled me closer against his chest, his nose hitting the back of my neck like how we used to fall asleep. It was weird, but listening to his steading breathing was lulling me to sleep.
Just when I was on the brink of shutting my brain off I heard him whisper, “I’ve missed you. You don’t know just how much.”
I’ve missed you, too, I thought with sadness before sleep finally won me over.
I woke up the next day with Bass’s arms around me, still holding me close. Memories of last night made me teary. As much as I wanted to stay wrapped in his arms, I knew it wasn’t going to last long. He never mentioned anything about us, nor did I expect it from him.
We just missed each other that was all. I shouldn’t dwell and formulate ideas as to why he did what he did last night because, if I did that, I would end up hurting myself more. I seriously couldn’t afford to be reckless with my actions. I was literally crawling to survive the last heartbreak. If the next one was just as bad, I was going straight to rehab this time.
So, why put myself in the line of fire for the third time? I mean, there was no exaggeration when I said I had barely made it last time. I took a mighty chance in risking being with him last night. I had to cut my tiny piece of happiness short. Although my heart was bleeding, I slowly untangled myself from him.
Spending all those nights with him in Greece told me that he was fast asleep.
So, I readied myself and strode out of the room like the devil was chasing me. The next time I saw Bass, I was just going to pretend that last night hadn’t happened. It was best to keep him on the other side. Safer.
For the next six hours, I went about the city of Munich; shopping, eating, walking and shopping some more until I was tired from it all. Yes, six long hours. Timing was everything and I needed to be sure that Bass left the hotel before I came back. He was bound to leave for Berlin this afternoon to attend some club opening. He was going to meet us in Paris at noon before we did another round of interviews.
Walking inside the hotel foyer, I was greeted by one of the concierge people. “Miss Anderson? Would it be okay if I can get a picture with you?” the blue-eyed, blonde lady asked me kindly.
“Sure, but I look really awful. If you’re okay with that, then I don’t mind.” I nodded with a smile, more conscious about my dire appearance. I hadn’t thought about taking pictures with fans when I left earlier. The main goal was to leave before Bass woke up. I really had to start considering that my life was not the same anymore.
The woman gave me reassuring smile. “You look beautiful even without makeup. You should be happy because I can’t go out of my home without any.”
“Thank you. You’re too kind.” I shifted the bags to my left arm and tried to straighten my crumpled hair before she asked another woman to take a picture of us.
Five minutes later, I was on my way up, planning what to get from room service and deciding that I was going to start my reading again. Carter… I had promised to call him, but I hadn’t spoken to him since Athens. Fetching my phone from inside my purse, I scrolled towards his name just as the elevator dinged to let me know I had arrived on my floor. Once it opened, I was startled to find Bass, standing at the foot of the elevator, with a large frown as his eyes examined my haphazard state before those azure depths pinned me down. “You left and I’ve been waiting ever since.”