Fix You

Chapter Fourteen

I climb out of the shower. I'm shivering.

I reach for a towel. It's not there.

I go to my room. Maybe I left it out there...?

Jack's there. He's sitting on my bed. He's holding my towel. "Looking for something?"

"Just let me get dressed." I reach for the towel. He pulls it away.

"Not so soon, baby girl." He laughs darkly. "You know what we have to do first."

"Just let me dry off," I whimper.

He stands. He moves closer to me. I back away.

I try to move back more, but I run into the wall. I close my eyes, giving up.

I know I can't escape.

I go limp in his arms. I know I have to ride it out.

That's what I always have to do.

       

We pulled up at the hotel, and I sighed. I didn't want to go inside. I just wanted to go home. I could use another shower...

I got out of the car, trying not to think too hard; I knew that if I had, I would've tried to convince him to drive away. "Ready?"

"I'm right here," he murmured softly, kissing me. I was suddenly desperate for his touch, wanting him to be closer to me. I wanted his lips to kiss away all my worries and to reassure me that everything would be ok.

We walked inside. I continued to walk as I texted my mother: We're here! We then quickly got on the elevator. We were alone, so as soon as the doors closed, I couldn't ignore the sexual tension flowing between us anymore. Before I could say or do anything, he pressed me against the wall. I intertwined my hands behind his neck, and he clutched my hips.

Our lips frantically moved against each other's. He could tell I was distressed, and I knew he didn't like that. He growled against my lips, pressing his body firmly against me. I loved him, so much it hurt. He bit my lower lip, asking for entrance. I parted my lips, and our tongues danced together.

The elevator door opened, but we ignored it. We were too caught up in our kiss, and I didn't dare open my eyes and disrupt the moment.

"Emma Louis Ayers!" my mother screamed. We instantly jumped apart. I blushed wildly, not daring to look up at her.

"Hello, Mrs. Ayers," Carter said awkwardly. I looked up to see the horrified faces of my mom, dad, and my sister smirking at me. Of course she was pleased that I got caught.

"Um, what are you doing?" I stuttered out. "I thought you were in the room."

"We were going to come get you when we walked in on your... escapade," my father grit out.

"Sorry," I muttered, embarrassed.

We followed them to their hotel room. Once their backs were turned, I looked up at Carter, blushing wildly. He looked down at me and smirked. We're like teenagers getting caught making out on the couch, he mouthed, making me laugh.

When we finally got into the hotel room, Carter and I quickly sat down on the small couch; it had just enough room for the two of us. He wrapped his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder. My mom, dad, and Carol sat across from us on a normal-sized couch.

"Nice to meet you Carter," Carol introduced, flashing him a dazzling smile. "My name is Carol Ayers."

"Likewise," he said politely back. Carol fluttered her eyelashes and continued to smile at him, and it only took those two things for me to realize what she was doing. That little bitch! She's fucking flirting with him!