Love curves and heartbreak novel Chapter 17

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.

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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.

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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.

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