But then you called, showed your hand
I turned around before I hit the tunnelSat on the roof, you and II hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

- Taylor Swift, Cornelia Street

SUMMERS

I sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing nothing but the bathrobe while Frazier was sitting on the chair, playing with his phone and making himself home. Feeling aware that this bathrobe was the only piece of clothing I had on, I wrapped my arms around myself tightly as I leaned back on the head of the bed after making sure that I did not show any skin apart from my hands and legs.

Frazier had turned up the air conditioner, making the room not as cold but not hot either, yet I could feel my body sweating. "When did they say they will send our clothes again?" I grew impatient.

"They didn't say," answered him without taking his eyes off his phone. "Soon, I assume. Why?" His brows knitted and he looked up very briefly. His eyes barely met mine. "Are you feeling cold?"

"No." I shook my head although I knew he couldn't see it since his eyes were already back on his phone. "Just wondering."

"Oh."

About five minutes later, I could not bear it anymore. The silence was too much that it started to suffocate me. "Fray."

Again, he did not even look at me when he responded. "Hm?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." His eyes were glued to his phone. It made me curious about what was there.

I straightened on my back and crossed my arms securely in front of my chest. "Are we okay?"

He was quiet for a few moments before finally giving me a halfhearted answer. "Yep."

"Then why didn't you even look at me when you said that?!" I moved to the middle of the bed, closer to his chair which was right in the corner in front of a wooden writing table. "You're acting really strange. What's wrong?"

This time, he did look at me. His brows knitted together, making them look like a straight line, as he answered, "Nothing."

"You're a bad liar." I rolled my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief. "So why don't you just tell me what's wrong."

"There's nothing wrong."

Call me stubborn but I did not buy it so I moved from the bed and walked toward him. I could hear him groan and wondered what was going on. "You have two choices. Tell me what's wrong or I'll never speak to you for the rest of this trip."

I knew to say that I would not speak to him forever was too dramatic and probably would not happen so I retorted with something that he and I knew I could pull off.

"I just can't look at you right now, Autumn. Let's leave it at that, okay."

"Why not?" I took another step, blocking his escape path from the chair. No response. Like always, I pushed again and would keep pushing until he gave me the answer. "Because we nearly kissed twice today and last time you made it clear that you're not interested?!"

This time he jumped off the chair, causing the chair to stumble backward and our bodies nearly touched. Nearly. "Because I can't look at you without wanting you."

"What are you saying?" I frowned. If there was one person who always managed to give me an answer that made my brain do the extra work, it was this guy standing in front of me. "We know you don't want me."

Frazier gave me a sad smile. "Do we?"

"I kissed you." My pride was beyond saving right now as I faced him and admitted that he had rejected me on that night on the beach. "But you pushed me away and left to God knows where for days. It's evident that you don't want me, Fray. So tell me what is really going on? Why have you been ignoring me for the last forty-five minutes since we got into this room."

"Because I want you too much, Autumn." His voice was hoarse as if it was hard for him to say it out loud. "I pushed you away because you were drunk and I couldn't tell whether it was me you thought you were kissing or your ex."

Honestly, I had no idea what to say. His words took me by surprise but I knew what had happened that night. "I was drunk, Frazier. I wasn't blind."

His eyes widened then he let out a chuckle. "Bollocks! He was right!" Shaking his head, he gave me a smile. "Anyway with both of us practically naked right now, it's not a good time to start a conversation or even stand in close proximity like this. Let's continue later when we're dressed, okay?"

My face reddened as if I suddenly realized that both of us were only wearing bathrobes. "Okay."

It seemed that the concierge knew the perfect timing as the bell suddenly rang. I turned around, saying "I'll get that!" at the same time as Frazier moved forward while saying "Let me get it" so as predicted, he knocked me down since he was bigger and heavier. As I fell on my back, I could feel his hand behind my head, securing me from hitting my head on the carpeted floor.

I heard him asking me with a worried voice, "Are you okay?"

Without so much as opening my eyes, I nodded. I could feel everything. I could feel his warm hands, one on the back of my head and the other on my waist. I could smell his aftershave and the dampness of his hair. Despite everything else, I knew if I opened my eyes, he would know. He would be able to see it in my eyes. The passion, the lust, and the desire.

"Autumn?"

There was something in his voice. He sounded like he was suffocating. Out of curiosity, I forced my eyes wide open. Our eyes locked and the rest was history. The walls we had tried to build in the name of friendship collapsed, and everything we had been holding back came in a tornado. Uncontrollable and inevitable. I reached up, pulling us together for a kiss and this time, he kissed me back. Only with more intensity. I knew the bell was still ringing in the background but none of us cared.

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The kiss lasted so long. My lips parted, and the slick touch and warm glide of his tongue enlightened something deep inside of me. I could feel the hot rush across my flesh and my chest tightened as our tongues entwined in a dance that I hoped would never end. Phraser tasted like wine and liquid sex and all I wanted was to eat him up. A growl escaped his chest and I could not help but smile, knowing that I had the same effect on him as he had on me.

His hand slid from my head down my spine, urging my body to get closer to his until my breasts pressed against the front of his exposed bathrobes. My breasts grew heavy, and I could feel my nipples tighten into two hard points. He pressed the full length of his hard body against mine and I gasped as I felt his erection against my lower abdomen. As his lips let go of mine and went to the spot on my shoulder blade, I slid one hand up the side of his neck. I let my fingers comb through his hair. Phraser moved, just slightly, and his hard length poked my belly, awakening the hot, achy place between my thighs.

A small part of me tried to warn me that this was wrong, that I should not be doing this with him. Not when my heart was still vulnerable after the breakup with Tyler yet my body craved for him. I craved the touch of his hands and mouth all over my body. I craved for things that curled my toes and left me breathless and this buildup to a mindless yearning had made me lose control and forget everything. All I wanted was to feel him as long as it lasted.

Surprisingly, Phraser pulled back and looked at me through steely grey eyes. His breathing was heavy and although it was brief, I could see lust mixed with wonder and adoration in his eyes before he came at me again. His lips came down crashing on mine and the kiss got hotter. A deep groan vibrated his throat and I knew there was no turning back so I shoved all the doubtful thoughts to the far back of my mind and let myself lose. I grabbed his hair, slid one hand to the back of his head, and opened my mouth against the side of his throat.

"Autumn," he mumbled against my cheek.

Damn, he tasted good. "Hmm?"

"Are you sure about this?" When I did not reply, he added, "I could stop now, if you want."

He put one hand on the spot on the floor beside my head and pushed his body up. Looking deep into my eyes, he asked again, "Autumn, are you sure? Because I could stop now but I can't promise you the same thing later."

Was I? "I'm sure."

The happiness radiated from his face and made my heart clench. He bent down and planted a kiss on the middle of my forehead, right between my brows. His lips trailed to my nose before they were back to my lips. "Temptress," he said against my lips. "I know this is hot and everything but I think it's time we should move to the bed. I don't want you to get sore." With that, he sat up and put his arms under my body. He carried me to the bed, and slowly put me on top of the soft mattress. He stood beside the bed, looking at me with those eyes filled with lust and adoration that made my skin tingle. "I am having trouble believing this is not a dream."

Pulling myself up, I sat up on the bed and moved closer to him. "This is not a dream." My hands grabbed the opening of his robe and pulled him down as I raised my mouth to meet his. "This is real," I whispered, undoing the knot on the front of his bathrobes.

Phraser smiled then shrugged the bathrobe off. I took the view of him in as he leaned down then all I could think about was his soft lips everywhere. He lowered his mouth, pressing his lips into mine. His tongue worked its magic as his hand slid between the opening of my bathrobe and cupped my breast. He fanned his thumb over my nipple and I moaned.

At one point, I lost my bathrobe as I lay naked on the bed with him. I ran my hands over his back, his hard muscles, as much as I could and at the same time my body ached for immediate release. He kissed me like I was his last meal and it was getting harder to breathe. His hands caressed my bare bottom and then pressed me against his hard length, teasing me with what would happen next. My pounding heart sped up, flooding every part of my body with liquid fire.

Sex was about pleasing each other so I clung one hand over his neck and ate him up. "Feck!" A husky moan slipped past his lips. "Damn, Temptress." With his eyes holding mine, he slowly lowered his body and slid himself into mine. He thrust up, and my head fell back as a moan escaped my lips. He pushed deeper, the head of his length pressed against my cervix, stretching and filling me up. "Let me know if I hurt you," Phraser said in between heavy breathing.

"Don't worry about it. Just--" It was getting harder to talk when my body was ready to burst, "don't stop."

And he did not. He drove faster, harder, deeper. Stroking the sweet spot inside my body that filled me with ecstasy. I went higher and higher until it finally exploded. I watched Phraser clench his jaw as he finally found his own release. The intense pleasure curled my toes and swept across my whole body. By the time it was over, we both wrung from inside out.

Phraser was still deep within my body when he looked down into my eyes and said something that ripped my heart. "I love you." 

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a/n: my Wattpad account saved the drafts up to here afterward all the file including the ending was eaten by my laptop so if I am slow in updating the chapters, you know why (; how is your day, my angels? the new year gives me so many new things to do and I am just hoping that everything will work out ♥  loads of pizza, agatha x