Chapter Thirty Seven
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“No one pushed you,” his tone was soft as though talking to a ten year old about them not being able to go to a party they'd planned on going to for two months.
But I wasn't a ten year old, and this wasn't some silly party I've been anticipating my whole life.
This was something I was certain happened.
My brows furrowed, “what do you mean?” I could've sworn someone had pushed me.
“I know I didn't slip,” I explained, my grip on the bag tightening.
He had to believe me. How could this video claim I wasn't pushed when I felt the force.
“Let me rephrase,” his tone was still soft, and a little annoying (also slightly comforting), “you weren't purposefully pushed.”
“Huh?”
He retrieved his phone from the pocket of his pants, heading towards me, then stretched out the hand that held it.
With still furrowed brows, I took the phone, hating how, even in this serious situation, when our fingers graced each other slightly, it sent a bolt of electricity through my system.
Burying that feeling, my attention was focused on the video playing on his phone.
It was a CCTV video of what happened the night I was pushed.
And just as he'd said, I wasn't pushed purposefully.
Some people were running around, and it seemed like someone had bumped into me, leading to me falling into the pool.
“But,” I could be certain I'd been pushed.
What was going on?
“You were really afraid,” his tone was still soft, “maybe during your state of shock, you just thought you might have been attacked.”
What was he saying? Did that make sense?
I had to watch the video multiple times, because I just couldn't agree with the fact Suzy hadn't purposefully thrown me into the pool.
But there didn't seem to be any Suzy, though the video was a little dark considering it was late.
“I-I guess you're right,” it was obvious further argument would make me look insane so I decided to just agree.
My mind was all jumbled, pressing on each other and only leaving me with slight confusion.
“Maybe you should relax,” he took the phone from me, returning it to his pocket, “I just wanted you to know that so you can worry less about being in danger.”
“Hmm,”
“Go take a shower, it might calm you down,” he suggested, a comforting smile tugging up his lips.
Gosh, how was he so handsome?
That was so annoying to think about.
I heeded, leaving him to enter the bathroom whose door I locked behind (not that I'd expect him to walk in, but just to be safe).
As I took a long bath in the tub, my thoughts were occupied by the drowning incident and the fact Austin was just outside the door.
Sadly, it was mostly the latter.
What was seriously happening to me?
I'd dated tons of men, but neither made me feel how I felt dating him.
Worst of all, this was different since I was just fake dating him.
So why did it all feel… I didn't even know what to call it.
Either way, I'd better remember the reason why I couldn't risk falling in love.
It never ended well.
My parents had been a great example of that, because it's been so long and I hadn't heard a thing from her ever.
It's like she totally forgot our existence.
That was how every relationship ended. In nothing but violence, sadness, divorce, hatred, broken homes.
And so many more reasons why love wasn't a possible thing.
Especially not for me.
So I should just forget all I was feeling towards him.
They were just attractiveness towards him. Nothing more
After further convincing that to myself, I got out of the bathtub, washed all the soap from my body before drying it with a brown towel I noticed had been beautifully folded among towers of other colored towels.
Once dry, I contemplated whether to put on my bra or not, but decided against it as it was very discomforting to sleep with one on.
Instead, I dressed in the gown Katie had given me, dropping my initial cloth inside the bag before getting out of the bathroom.
Surprisingly, when I got out, I noticed Austin by his closet, probably picking out what to wear.
But that wasn't what caught my attention, but the fact he was shirtless.
Like— dressed in nothing but those sweet sweet and perfectly structured upper body.
My eyes widened at the sight, unable to get to their normal self, especially when he turned, showing the full handsome figure of his.
And just like I suspected, he possessed six— no eight beautiful packs, with great smooth chest and shoulders.
Woah, even the characters in my novels weren't that hot, and they were fictional.
“You're out,” he said plainly, acting like he wasn't shirtless in front of me.
Realizing I must look stupid, I cleared my throat. An action that thankfully helped compose me.
He must've noticed the obvious, because he explained, “I don't go to the bathroom with a shirt on.”
“Yeah,” but my heart was racing so fast because of the rate my fingers wanted to trail down every part of his body.
I had to clutch harder to the bag to prevent myself from losing it.
He looked so hot that if I were to just…
Enough of that Kim, this gets you nowhere and we both know that very well.
He grabbed a cloth, then started towards the door.
Since he was obviously going to pass me to get to the door, I moved farther from it so as to avoid getting a scent of his sweet sweet body.
Just let him go and don't do anything you'd regret later.
My mind warned, but my body yearned to just touch him.
Gosh, who was I kidding.
This was an opportunity that I might only get once, because there was no way he'd be shirtless and so damn hot in front of me.
My feet stopped as I turned to him, muting the screaming thought that just told me to head to bed.
He stopped also like it was a magnetic pull, then turned to me, our gaze locking.
That alone was enough to seize my breath, but I wasn't going to stop now.
My heart raced faster than I'd ever thought it could, but I managed to speak, “thanks for helping me get the video, and congratulations on your position.”
My voice was almost inaudible, but thanks to the silence that permeated around us, he obviously caught it.
As though that was an open door to something, he took long strides towards me, eating the gap between us.
Before I could give it a second thought, his hand was wrapped around my waist.
Our locked gaze broke when my eyes closed, with my lips parting.
Soon enough, I felt his lips meeting mine, immediately making me forget whatever reason why this was a bad idea.
For now, this was the best idea ever.
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