Her Boys

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Sabrina’s POV

“Are you asleep yet?”

I sighed and opened my eyes, turning my head hastily to look at Yael who’s laying on his side. It seems he’s been watching me for a while.

“Maybe I’ll be if you stopped watching me try. What do you think?” I groaned. I swear, those eyes burns my skin.

Yael smirked.

“I think we can’t sleep so we should talk.” he grinned like he came up with the brightest idea anyone has ever laid.

I’m hesitant. Its not because I don’t want to talk with Yael, I do want to. There’s no vein in my body that isn’t too curious when it comes to him. But I also don’t want to talk with him because of this power of him which makes me talk more than what I should.

In the end, I decided to just give in and have the talk rather than continue being conscious of us in the same bed, his gaze should get credit of that.

“Alright.” I agreed, focusing my eyes back to the ceiling when I realize he have no intention to gaze off my face.

“Hmm.” he sounded surprise. “Can this be an honest conversation? There’s a lot of things I wanna know.”

I snorted. “Whatever.” I guess it’s fine if he ask. I’ll have the chance to know what he thinks and what are his thoughts of me. Also, I can decide whether I’ll answer his questions or not, so its not much of a scare.

Yael moved and now his back is flat against the mattress, looking at the ceiling like I do.

“Were you sick? What’s it called?” I knew he’s gonna ask.

I rolled my eyes. “Pass.”

He chuckled. “That’s a fast rejection, Sabrina. What happens to being honest?”

“I get to choose what I want to answer, doesn’t mean I lie.”

“Fair point.” he shrugged and pause, “You won’t tell me anything about it? Even just a little--”

“Drop it.” Did I just snarl?

“Okay.” he chuckled again and his retreat made me smile. “Well, can I know what changed your mind?”

I glanced his way, confused. He’s still looking at the ceiling.

“About what exactly?” then I looked up again.

“You agreed to let me stay here, in the same room, in the same bed. You’re so against it at first, and now here I am. Laying beside you in a comfortable luxury bed.” I can hear the grin in his voice.

I know why I had a change of mind but there’s no way I’ll tell him about it. Experimenting this rarity disease of mine can’t be said, not to him. There’s no way I’ll like Yael to know this nameless disease. Heck, even I don’t know about it.

The sigh that I did was long and heavy, thinking of a better answer to his question. Any lie, but not entirely.

“You’ll find a way even if I don’t agree. You bought a freaking hotel, you ass. I just chose the easiest option without having unnecessary damage.”

Yael chuckled from that. “So you just gave in? That’s so not like you, Sabrina.”

I felt him look my way so I also did. “That’s not even an issue. The man I’m looking at right now is so not like himself, too.”

His stare is… those eyes sure tells a lot. Its not the usual look I’m so used to received from him, that’s a stone-cold statue gaze but this, this look he’s giving me screams emotions but I can’t point what.

Yael looked at my lip, only for a while because he closed his eyes, a smirk formed in his lips. A soft smirk, innocent smirk, I don’t know exactly but it suits him better.

“People change, Sabrina.” he whispers, even his voice is enough to soothe whatever there is in my chest. “And these days, change is the only resort of hope for me.”

I frowned from that and I’m itching to know what he meant but I also don’t want to pry. The way he said that came somewhere deep, somewhere private that I felt the barricade around him.

“You’re weird.” I said and looked back at the ceiling, clearing my throat. What he said is a thought that will haunt me to sleep, for sure.

Speaking of weird, he does is weird. I feel like I’m with a good ‘hot’ guy, the farthest definition of Yael’s characteristic. It’s weird. And I’ll keep repeating the word weird because it fits him at the moment.

Yael only chuckled and then I felt it again, the burning holes all over my body. He’s looking at me again. I tried to act normal but my thigh twitched close to each other as I feel the tingling sensation starting in-between me.

Ugh.

Instead of drowning more and more to the arousal that slowly arising, I decided to ask things.

“Why did you follow me?” I asked and closed my eyes. Somehow, the sound of Yael’s breathing seems too good in my ears. He’s so close, and the thought calms me. A very different reaction to have when the opposite of calm is what I always had when he’s around.

“Stalking you.” he whispered again.

I felt him get under the blanket as well and I froze from the thought that there’s the possibility that his skin will touch mine.

“Y-You’re not even denying it. Really, Yael?” I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat to hide my stutter, mixing a hint of sarcasm in my voice, too.

“Honest conversation, Sabrina.” he reminded. “I’m just keeping my word.”

“Stalking is is for creeps, if you didn’t know.”

“Hmm.” there was a pause. “So what? If I’d get high chances to be with you, I don’t mind being a creep.”

My breath hitched when I felt his skin touched mine. The back of his palm was touching the exposed skin of my thigh. I wanted to complain but I’m not sure if its an intended move. I tried to ignore it.

“Sugarcoated words can never get me, Yael.” my eyes are still close and my focus is on that particular heat on my thigh. God, his arms are long to reach there.

“I know.” he breathed.

“When will you stop?”

“Should I?” he breath. I don’t even know if he’s still with me or what.

I let out a frustrated groan. “You’re trying to get under my pants, and you know I don’t even like you.” I clarified. “When will you stop?”

I think my inner self just argued with me because I said that.

Yael let out a low chuckle and I turn to him with narrowed eyes. His head is slightly bowed, and I felt the back of his palm grazes on my thigh slowly, but didn’t stop.

“Oh, you find it entertaining, huh?”

His eyes snapped back to mine and my lips were tight shut. Dammit! His eyes just made me shut up even when I’m not talking!

“I’ll never stop, Sabrina.” he looked at my lips and on my eyes again. “Not until I have you.” he whispered the words too low that I feel like his voice just tickled my ears.

Goddammit!

This honest conversation is manipulating every thoughts I have. It’s making me think that his words are true, that he is not trying to pull some strings but I know better than to believe him. I know better, right?

Our eyes are still in a silent battle and I’m the first one to retreat. “You can’t have me.” I said, looking at the ceiling again. “Never.”

There was silence next, too long that I thought he’s asleep by now because the skin touching my thigh also lost its presence. But then, I felt his hand found mine under the sheets.

He traced his fingers from my wrist, opening up my weakened hand, our palms met and he entangled his fingers with mine. He gave it a light squeeze and I closed my eyes, my breathing heaved.

“Break up with your fake boyfriend.” he whispers, his hand squeezing a bit tight but loosened again, his thumbs draw circles at the back of my hand. “Be with me.”

I had to exhale slowly, trying to hide how tensed I am because of what his hand does and of what his voice turns me into.

Get a grip of yourself, Sabrina. Or you’ll lose it, for real.

I looked at him and yes, he’s still looking at me.

“Bossy. I don’t need a man that will dictate my life, the answer is ‘no’.” I rolled my eyes. “And Xander is not a ‘fake’ boyfriend.” then I looked down on where our hands are. “And take your hands off mine, creep.”

He gave an amused smile, his eyes glistening and I felt his hand left mine. I suppress my groan and curse behind my mind.

“But,” he paused. Then, I felt his hand back to my wrist, slowly and carefully caressing upwards. “I can’t.” his fingers ran to my arm and the slow motion of it takes my breath away. “You’re so soft.” he whispers.

Now the groan from my throat that I’d suppressed came out as a low moan. Yael smirked, aware how affected I was.

His hand continue its way up, below my armpit and his skin basically touching the side of my boob. I hissed, biting my lip after.

All of this happened while I look at him and him looking right at me.

“Break up with Xander.” he murmured again. I felt his fingers directly touched the sides of my boobs. My chest moved up and down caused by my heaved breaths.

Yael is causing ruckus inside my whole body. Every cell seems to forgot its function but to be aroused, its killing me but I know the arousal is the normal type. I can still stop it, and I’m clearly not jumping onto him.

Experimentation aside, my head is clouded of his fingers. I feel like the tips of it has electricity, its circled motion on my side-boob are sending shivers.

“I-I won’t.” I closed my eyes shut.

Yael grabbed on my arm, tight but also gentle. Damn it!

“Then cheat with him, Sabrina. Be with me while we’re here. I’ll take care of the rest.” he let me go then. Slowly.

I looked at him with huffed breath and his eyes moved to my chest, then back at my eyes again.

He’ll take care of the rest? What does he mean by that?

“I’m all but a cheater, Yael.” Now that his hand is off me, I can speak.

“Maybe because you haven’t tried.”

“Are you seriously saying that?” I rolled my eyes, covered myself with the blanket even more. “I’m keeping Xander, there’s no room for argue about it.”

He looked at me. Really looked at me. I can’t interpret the emotions from it but those eyes dug deep in me.

Before he could speak, I did. “You better give this hotel back to my friend, Yael.” then I moved to my side, my back facing him.

“A hotel business is not that bad thoug--”

“I’ll wake up with Richard’s good news tomorrow. Goodnight, Yael.” I interrupted.

He sighed. “Goodnight, Sabrina.”

I’m wide awake for a long time, feeling him shifting and moving but eventually I doze off to sleep.

**

Xander’s POV

“You don’t like me for Sab, is that it?” I guessed, my jaw clenches.

The atmosphere is light, there’s no hint of hatred coming from Spencer towards me. But its safe to ask that because what other reason is out there that can push Spencer to say those words to me? Break up with Sabrina, huh, don’t make me laugh.

I’m never giving up that girl. My girl.

Spencer chuckled. “No, no. It’s not about me, Xouliva. And we both know Sab, she don’t need me for any of her life’s decision.”

“Then why?”

Spencer sighed, putting the glass back up to sip and then down at the counter.

He looked at me like he will be dismissing me soon. And I know he will because I’m quite familiar with the look.

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” Spencer inhaled, smiling after. A very sad, and bothering smile. “I’ll tell Sab that you’re here.” was his closing remark.

I stood, a tight flat line forming in my lips, then nodded a bit before heading out of their house. I can’t even say a word, and my mind is filled with a lot of questions.