Page 77 of Through My Window
He runs his hand through his hair. “You think too much. You talk too much. Come here.”
He reaches out his hand toward me, but I slap it away before he can touch me. “No, if you think I’m always going to be available to you when you feel like it, you’re wrong. I’m not going to be your plaything of the moment.”
He looks surprised, as if he is truly hurt by my words. “Why do you always think so badly of me?”
“Because that’s all you show me. I’ve already cut you out of my life, Ares. So, leave me alone.”
He gives me his stupid smirk. “Cut me out of your life? That’s not something you do in a few weeks, Raquel.”
“But I’m starting to do it, and I’ll get there.”
“I’m not going to let you do it.”
I growl in frustration. “This is what I hate about you! You don’t take me seriously, but you don’t let me go either. Why? Do you enjoy playing with my feelings?”
“Of course not.”
“So?”
“I don’t understand why you blame me for everything. You knew what you were getting into; I was clear with you,” Ares says.
“Don’t change the subject! Yes, I knew what I was getting into, but I don’t want any more of this. I want you out of my life, but you won’t let me move on.” My chest rises and falls with my rapid breathing. “Why, Ares? Why won’t you leave me alone?”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
I watch him hesitate about what to say, he twists his lips hesitantly.
I let out a sad laugh. “You’re not saying anything because you don’t have a motive. You just don’t want to lose your fun of the month.”
“Stop saying that! I don’t see you that way!”
“In what way?” I challenge.
Silence again. That doubtful expression.
“You know this conversation is getting us nowhere. Open the door,” I say, but he doesn’t move. “Open the damn door, Ares!”
He remains still, so I glare toward the window. “Okay, I’ll jump out the window.”
When I pass by him, his voice is barely a whisper. “I need you.”
I stop dead in my tracks with my back to him. Those three words are enough to paralyze me.
Ares takes my hand, turning me toward him. His eyes search mine. “Just listen to me. I’m not good with words, I can’t say . . . I can’t say it or explain it, but I can show you how I feel about you.” He squeezes my hand. “Let me show you. I’m not trying to use you, I swear. I just want to show you.” He puts my hand on his chest. His heart is beating as fast as mine.
He brings his face closer to mine slowly, giving me enough time to reject him, but when I don’t, his warm lips find mine.
TWENTY-EIGHT
The Change
I am lost.
The second his lips meet mine a current of emotions electrifies my whole body, and I realize that it’s hopeless. I am madly in love with Ares Hidalgo.
What started as a crush ended up turning into feelings so strong that I can’t handle them. He destabilizes me, he makes me lose control, he awakens sensations in me that I never thought I would feel. And that makes me feel so exposed, what I feel for him makes me vulnerable, easy to hurt . . . and it scares me so much.
