Chapter 13
He lowered his head to her chest, and rested it there. Instead of running her hands through his hair as she had wanted, she sat up, disturbing his comfortable position. He backed away on his knees, and stood up in the tub. His eyes searched hers for a moment, and then he stepped out of the tub. Taking a towel with him, he stepped into the shower stall, removed his soaked clothes and hanged them to dry. Before stepping out, he wrapped himself in the towel.
He stepped onto the tile floor, shot her a glance, and walked out of the bathroom. There she sat, alone. She drew her knees close to her chest, and shook her head. After a moment of thought, she let the water out of the tub, grabbed a robe off of the rack, and wrapped it around her. A chill swept through the bathroom, and she huddled up closer to the fabric.
Stepping out of the bathroom didn't immediately reveal him. After another draft crept through the suite, her attention was drawn to the balcony. She walked past the glass doors, and there he was leaning on the rail, staring at nothing.
She tried to speak, but her voice cracked. She tried once more, clearing her throat. "What's wrong?" A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, none of them good.
He sighed and turned to face her. He looked at her with soft eyes, so fragile, and dropped his head. She stood there for what seemed like forever.
"Nothing," he said. He massaged his temples with his hands. "I never expected..," he sounded weak, and she wanted to cry for him.
"I know," she whispered. She reached for his hands, and took them in her own, drawing him closer. She wrapped herself around him.
"I'm so sorry." She clasped her arms around his face, and kissed him softly. "I never did mean to hurt you." She shook her head in disapproval. "I did what I always do, I ran away."
His eyes gleamed in the moonlight. "I want to forget about it and move on. God, Sara. I'm so happy to see you." He drew her closer by the hips, and kissed her with as much intensity as he could to let her know he meant what he had said.
He felt a tear run down from her cheek, and she backed away a bit, drawing in a ragged breath. He kissed her cheek where the tear was, and then wiped the wet spot away with his thumb. She smiled at him, and then a shiver erupted through her body.
"I'm cold," she said, hugging the robe tighter. He moved forward, took her hand and lead her back into the hotel room. It seemed forever that he would finally be able to keep her warm.
