Chapter 17 : The hotel room We went to the elevator to our room . I'm trembling ; I don't know if it's because of the cold and being wet from the rain , or because of nervousness . Perhaps it's both . He puts his big coat on me ; it's a little drier than mine . And I give him a surprised glance " As a child , you used to get sick a lot ... with this rain , you could catch a cold , " he explains seriously . Again ... taking care of me . When we get to the room , it's a tiny space , with two small tables on each side of the bed , a window , a small but well - equipped bathroom , and obviously ... the bed . The big elephant in the room . Literally . He looks at me out of the corner of his eye and starts to take some things out of his suitcase . I stand in the doorway , almost frozen , as if my feet and body can't move . He suddenly sees that I haven't entered yet . " Prissy , please ... come in , you have to take a shower and take off those wet clothes , " he tells me in a tone almost lecturing me . I shake my head , looking lost. I really don't know what's wrong with me . It's not that I think he ... is going to do something to me ; it's just pure discomfort and shame . " Prissy , come on ... " "I can't , Ethan ... " He walks over to see me . His eyes burning holes right through me . " Do you really prefer to be sick ? Or going to search for another hotel in this weather ? " I don't know what to answer ; I don't know what to do , either . I am paralyzed , lost in this very moment . He runs a hand through his hair , brushing the strands that are now dark from the water . " Is this because of me ? " he asks me , annoyed . We are still several steps apart , but it feels like light years away . I swallow saliva . " Answer me , please , " he says , almost growling . I keep looking at him without saying a word , and that obviously makes him even angrier . " Yes , " I say suddenly , and he opens his eyes wide . " You mean , if it was Clark or Tom or ... Rob , you wouldn't have a problem ? " he asks , crossing his arms in front of his chest . What do they have to do with this ? " Yes , I would have problems being in a tiny room with any of them , " I tell him . He looks at me irritated for a long time . The air conditioning is really strong in the room , and I freeze . I don't know why hotels are like this . " But I understand that it is worse with me . Isn't it ? You would prefer anything or anyone before being with me .... sharing a few hours in the same space with me , " he says , getting more and more annoyed . I turn my face away and stop looking at him . In seconds , I see him coming towards me ; he's breathing heavily , and his shirt sticks to his body . " Could you explain to me , Prissy ... why you hate me so much ? " he asks in a raspy voice . " You obviously don't like me , and I really think you'd rather sleep on the street than stay with me . What the hell have I done to you ? " I can tell he's furious , he is exploding , venting out feelings that he'd obviously keep hidden for a long time . " Since I came back to the city , I have done nothing but treat you well , helping you , caring for you , worrying about you . I stayed here for the only reason , to not leave you alone ! " he yells at me , and I startle . His face becomes a grimace of pain , disappointment , almost anguish . " But you just ... dodge me , leave me aside , you keep avoiding me . " he's waiting for an answer , and I talk without thinking twice . " I just don't want to be ... close with someone like you , " I tell him suddenly , and he is surprised . I can clearly see that he doesn't understand what I'm saying , " Like me ? How is this ? " He is speechless , even hurt . " That type of person who thinks he is better than everyone else , who thinks he can go around talking about other people , trampling on someone's feelings , " I say with a firm voice . I feel my cheeks heat up . He takes a step back , lost . 1/3 P P. Chapter 17 The hotel room " I'm not like that ... surely not with you ... I'm sure , " he says , stunned . It sounds sincere , but I know it's not . He is certainly a clever liar . " Of course not ... you would never accept it . You wouldn't even notice it even if it's in front of your eyes , " I say with a dry voice . He looks defeated . I enter the room , leaving my things , not knowing what to do . We are silent , my back to him , but he doesn't say anything the " It certainly seems that there is nothing I can say that will change your mind , " he tells me with a hoarse voice . Obviously , he had to have the last word . " I'll sleep on the floot ... I'm going to ask if maybe another room is free ... so you can take a shower in peace , " he says , opening the door and leaving me here , and I'm a bundle of nerves . The first thing I do is look at my suitcase and realize that indeed it is very damaged and wet , and many of my things are totally soaked . Damn it . I take out what I can use , which is some underwear , and I go to the bathroom . Fortunately , there are two bathrobes , so I'm going to take a shower . As soon as I'm done , I stick my head out the door , but the room is completely empty . I really feel much better ; the warm bath really helped me . And now I feel bad ; I had treated him like that , especially when everything was going so well in the last days . Suddenly , I hear the firm footsteps of Ethan who returns to the room , and I turn around . He's still in a bad mood and an indifferent face , not happy at all to be here . I do not blame him . " There are no rooms available at the moment , and thanks to this storm , I very much doubt that will change , " he says dryly and with an icy look . " I suppose you will have to put up with me until a room is available , or rather until tomorrow . It must be a genuine torture for you ... taking into account that I am so unbearable and despicable for you ... " he says , and I remain silent . He leaves a plastic bag on one of the little tables and calls out . " I brought some food . I'm going to take a bath , " he says almost without seeing me and with the coldest expression in the world . He grabs his clothes and goes into the bathroom . I sit on the bed , sighing . I see that he brought me coffee , and I drink it instantly ; it's still hot and tastes delicious . I check my cell phone , then check if there is anything else I can save from my suitcase while I wait . I don't know what's going to happen next , but certainly , I can't spend the next hours with a human being who is deeply upset , and God only knows what he's going to say to me . Again , we enter into this swing of fights , reconciliations , fights again , and so on . It is exhausting . It's amazing that we can't get along . I need to do something ; even for a few hours in such a small space , it would be a nightmare if we remain the same . When he comes out , he's wearing jogging pants and a T - shirt , a towel in his hands , and dries his hair . For a few minutes , we were silent , avoiding each other . This cannot go on like this . " Ethan ... I'm sorry , I didn't mean those things . You have really helped me , and once again I was a spoiled and ungrateful brat , " I tell him , and he turns to see me . I hope I'm not screwing up . I can tell he's surprised by my apologies . He sighs and closes his eyes ; he looks tired and guilty . " You would never be an ungrateful brat , Prissy , " he sighs . " I ... know that sometimes I have a ... difficult temper , and it doesn't get the best of me . I didn't mean to yell at you either . I didn't mean to make you feel that way . Sometimes I'm just ... frustrated , " he tells me , and I nod . When his eyes fall on my suitcase and its state , he tells me . " Do you want me to lend you some of my clothes ? " and then gives me some boxers and a T - shirt . I quickly go to the bathroom and put them on , but I still put the bathrobe on top . It feels weird to use his clothes . I feel like I have his perfume on me ... and it's pleasant . When I come back , he is sitting on the bed , and he has several packets of snacks that he took out of the bag . " Chips , cookies , chocolates , and marshmallows ? " I ask , raising my eyebrows . " Sorry , that's what I could find ; it's really chaos out there , " he says with a shrug . 2/3 Chapter 17 The hotel room " Don't get me wrong ; it looks like a good dinner . It's a feast , I tell him happily , and he gives me a lopsided smile . We began to take part in this unusual dinner . The rain keeps falling out there while we are sitting on the bed , eating snacks . I remember that you used to make an excellent sandwich with marshmallows , cookies , and chocolate , " he says suddenly . " How could you possibly remember that ? I was astonished . " It was memorable , " he says , and we make the mentioned sandwiches , sharing, comparing them , and we laugh for a while . " I liked those times ... everything was simpler , " I say suddenly . It's true ; all we had to do was think about what we were going to play all day . Go to the beach , be in the Fairfax's lavish house . " They were truly the best , " he says , and gets up to throw the packages in the trash . Suddenly , I sneeze , and he turns to see me . " Are you okay ? " He asks , approaching me . He places a hand on my cheek . " You're freezing , Prissy ... and I don't think I have any more clothes ; we're supposed to be here just for a few days , " he says and places his hands on my arms , going up and down the robe to warm me up . I end up resting my head on his chest . I'm still sitting on the bed ; he's standing in front of me , and he hugs me . God ... it feels as good as when we danced . I start to remember how he kissed , he is such a good kisser , and I feel my breathing quicken . I also notice that his chest rises and falls in a rush , and his heart ... starts beating fast . I turn to see him , and his eyes look at me carefully . I no longer feel cold when Ethan's hands caress my hair , his fingertips brush my cheek , and his thumb stops at my lips , brushing them with careful slowness and fragility until stopping at my neck . That gesture , so simple and so subtle , causes electricity to run through me from head to toe . I can suspect that he feels the same . I lick my lips , causing him to pay attention to them as well . He continues caressing my face as if it were such a delicate and precious object that he has me absorbed in it , while I contemplate every last detail of his beautiful features . I lift my head , and he leans in , placing his lips on mine . Chapter Comments chika brooke C 7 days ago Seriously ? Can we move past this stage ? it's beginning to sound like repetition . Urgh , It's tiring reading same thing , scenario over and over 30 SHARE 11 7 Reviews > 3/3 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!