I Was Never Yours - Episode 9
06-09-25 (15:21)
It was easier to convince myself that what had
happened with Zach was purely accidental. We'd
gotten caught up in our emotions and that had made
us act the way we did. On the drive back home, that
is what I repeatedly convinced myself of. It was all
due to the circumstances we were in and nothing
more. I couldn't allow myself to even think about any
other reason to explain why I had acted the way I did.
I didn't understand why I had felt the urgent need to
be held by him, to have his arms around me, holding
me tight. Those lips... I shook the thought out of my
mind as the gates opened to the vast estate of the
Price Mansion. A chill washed over me; this place
represented a point in my life where' I had honestly
felt that nothing would be right ever again, and now
returning to it, the feeling too came back with a
vengeance.
A hand on my arm made me jump and with a
pounding heart, I turned to see Zach looking at me
worriedly. Concern was written across his features and
I felt horrible for being so thoughtless. He'd just gotten
what possibly could be the most heartbreaking news
of his life and here I was lost in my own world.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly and I nodded, giving
him a weak smile.
"Just a little tired. I'll be fine once I get some sleep."
Silence surrounded us once again as the car finally
stopped outside the house. The numerous members of
the help quickly surrounded the car. Like a well-oiled
machine they quickly began taking out the luggage
and carrying it to the house. Zach got out and opened
my door for me, the civility between us clearly
surprising the people who'd watched us ignore one
another the past few weeks. A roaring fire was lit in
the fireplace as we entered the house; it was a
welcome sight for sure. I hadn't realized it before but
my body had literally frozen, not only because of the
cold but also because of the encounter back at Nick's.
I winced as soon as I thought of the name. I didn't
want to remember any of it, at least not tonight. My
head was starting to hurt from all the drama that had
unfolded. I'd think about it tomorrow and then maybe
I wouldn't hate my sister so much.
Zach didn't join me by the fire and I couldn't blame
him. If I were in his place, I would want to be alone
too. As I heard the sound of his door shutting close, I
sat down on the carpeted floor, leaning against the
couch, and closed my eyes, feeling myself succumbing
to the warmth as a comfort settled over my body.
Before I knew it I was pulled into the dreamy
unconsciousness of a well-deserved and peaceful sleep.
There was light, blinding white light on my face as I
turned away from it. I tried to move but it felt like my
body was trapped by a huge weight over my legs and
halfway up my torso. I groaned as I tried to push off
whatever was on me, probably a warm blanket or
something. What I didn't expect to hear was someone
groaning just as loudly as I had, only the person didn't
sound as girly as I had. My eyes flew open as I let out
a low shriek. I wasn't on the couch where' I had fallen
asleep; instead I was in a bed. A really warm,
comfortable and large bed which I knew wasn't mine.
The room I was in had walls coloured maroon and a
warm, rich mahogany brown. My eyes struggled for a
while to come to terms with the brightness coming
from the wall-sized window where' the curtains had
been pulled to a side. After they'd become accustomed
to the light, I forcefully brought my eyes to the figure
lying next to me on the bed.
My heart crashed loudly in my chest as I took in Zach's
sleeping form, his chest rising heavily as he breathed.
An adorable frown was on his face and his hair fell
messily onto his forehead. The blanket only covered
him from the waist down so I was able to see his
toned muscles in the wife-beater he had on. My mouth
hung slightly open at the sight of his arms, the tanned
golden skin contrasting with the subtly bulging veins. I
barely stopped myself from running my hands all over
him, realizing instead the position we were in. His arm
was draped around me and our legs were tangled; he
leant against me heavily and I blushed at the
proximity. I also realized that he'd taken off my coat
and the sweater I had on so that I was just in a thin
and figure-clinging t-shirt. I tried to move his arm so
that I could get out but his hold only tightened around
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