Ria searches my eyes for a moment.
The moment might be two seconds that stretch into minutes, hours, or years in my mind.
My need for her consumes me and I watch for her next move with bated breath.
Her hands go to the straps of her dress, and she unties the knots before pulling me down on her.
She kisses me more fervently this time, whereas before she was searching, learning, giving in to lust.
This time it's with resolve.
Raw fucking need.
"Noah?"
Her lips dance on mine and I have to force my eyes back open.
I find her smiling at me. "I'm sure."
I know with every fiber of my being that when I have her, nothing else will matter.
That thought should scare me, but it doesn't.
With a sharp tug, I pull my shirt off and kiss her again.
I show her just how badly I want her.
Because fuck--now that I have her, I'm not letting go.
I wakeup just in time to see her slip out the door. I give her a minute.
And then another.
Then I get up, pull on my jeans and follow her out.
Ria is sitting on the carpeted floor. She has her arms wrapped around her legs, her chin resting on her knees as she looks out the large windows.
She’s so deep in thought, she doesn’t even notice me.
I clear my throat and wait for her to look up.
“Hey.”
A deep sigh escapes her as she looks up at me.
“Hey…”
I run a shaky hand through my hair, a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Regret. That is what I think I’m seeing right now.
It would gut me if she said she regretted it but I ask her anyway.
“Do you regret what we did?”
Her head shoots up and she shakes it so adamantly I’m afraid she’s going to pull a muscle in her neck.
“No, I don’t.”