Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 29: Sharing A Bed

Chapter 29: Sharing A Bed
LIAM
I want to scream and cry. Embarrassment is etched on my entire being as I sit motionlessly on Kian’s lap. His strong arm wrapped around me like steel. I can feel his smooth, broad chest and steel-like packs and muscles pressed against my back. He is so unbearably quiet that it is making my stomach flip.
I have nothing but my fate to blame the current situation on.
Kian doesn’t speak. I don’t speak. We just sit there, me on his lap, his bare arm encircling my waist. There is no sound other than the splashes of the water against the tub. The smell of soap grazes my nostrils. I can feel Kian’s hot breathing on my nape. Goosebumps are racing along my skin.
My cheeks are hot. My body feels hot and everything feels hot. My heart is beating everywhere and my stomach is clenching. I can’t explain how grateful I am for the remaining piece of clothing between us. Our underwears.
I should move. I need to move. I have to move. But I can’t move. I am not mortified or paralyzed or anything. But I just can’t move. More like I don’t want to move. This is an odd and foreign feeling but I just can’t shut it out like I have always done.
I feel something hard press against the curve of my ass. I jolt. a soft gasp falling from my lips. A shiver crawls down my spine but I stifle it.
There is silence. Almost defending. We don’t talk about the hardness pressed against the curve of my buttcheeks. I battle myself to move after all. Sitting across from him. Gathering my every limb and part so that I don’t accidentally touch him.
My breathing is rougher than usual and my skin is flushed. This is absurd. I can’t be turned on by the touch of my enemy. And over that, he is a fellow man.
A few painful beats later, Kian suddenly stands up, the handcuff tugging at my wrist, making me winch.
"Let’s get out of here." His voice is rougher than usual or maybe I am just imagining it in my disoriented state of mind.
I don’t nod as I stand up and follow him out of the bathtub. I am thankful that my eyes are blindfolded. Because I don’t have it in me to look at him.
I feel around a little to grab my clothes. I quickly slip into them after drying myself somehow as if they are my armor. Actually, they are. For now at least.
"I am taking off the blindfold," I announce and pull down my blindfold.
My emerald eyes clash with a pair of deep blue ones. My breath stutters out of my lungs as Kian looks at my eyes as if he is trying to find something in them. His gaze is so intense that it is burning and straining my soul.
The air between us is so thick that I can taste it on the tip of my tongue. I can feel it settling down deep inside me.
Get a grip, Liam.
Kian looks away and walks out of the bathroom, tugging me with him. I silently follow him; my nape is burning and crimson.
My eyes flit to Kian’s now fully dressed arm. My pulse skyrockets. This is the hand that encircled my waist so effortlessly that it left me breathless. I have this sudden regret that I couldn’t see it wrapped around me. I could feel that his hand was veiny, and it was flexing around me. The thought sends a wave of heat unfurling in my stomach. But I can’t help but want to see it.
I want to smack myself for having such intrusive and inappropriate thoughts about my enemy. Not to mention he is a grown-ass man.
Kain and I enter his room.
"I am sleeping tonight," Kian says, drawing my attention to him.
"Then what will I do?" I blink.
We mostly play chess throughout the night to spend our time since we don’t want to sleep with each other. We sometimes case study together or read books individually, but we both stay awake and far away from his extremely comfortable bed—from what it looks like.
"You can sleep if you want." He approaches the bed, and I follow. "The choice is up to you, but I need to sleep to make sure that I don’t collapse or, worse, die from lack of sleep."
At least there is a sign of normality in him after a week. He has been grumpy and quiet since we got back from the Norlen’s estate. It didn’t worry me. It DIDN’T. It irritated me. It actually did.
"What am I supposed to do if you sleep now?" I watch him climb onto the bed, "I can’t leave your side." I point at our handcuff, "Then give me the key and let me go."
"I am not letting you go," Kian says matter-of-factly, "Don’t ask for the impossible."
I frown he is talking like I will vanish into thin air if he lets me free. Well, actually I will. But he doesn’t need to know.
My mission is on hold for his paranoia. I haven’t been able to read those letters since I got here. Nor was I able to see Crystal. His paranoia is getting on my nerves at this point.
"You can sleep with me if you want." Kian drawls, his hands pillowed under his head, "This is also an option you know."
I shoot him a look, "Hell no."
"Then suit yourself." He rolls to his side, his back facing me.
I bite my lip as I stand there then quietly say, "Scoot aside."
Kian immediately obliges as if he was waiting for me to say just that.
I lay beside him, putting as much as distance possible. My every muscle is rigid. But I relax eventually. His bed feels nice against my skin, soft and comfortable. It smells like him, warm leather and coffee beans.
Exhaustion from the past weeks settles in, and I drift off to slumber. Without the worry that, I am lying by my enemy’s side.