Chapter 55: Don’t pull out
Far from where Patricia was, Zara needed a way to calm her raging thoughts and refocus. Her emotions were spiraling, and she feared that if she didn’t find some form of release, things might spiral beyond repair. So, without overthinking it, she made her way to Silas’s room, halting just in front of the door.
She didn’t want to take advantage of him but right now, she needed something, someone, to anchor her. To cool the storm raging inside her.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she opened the door without knocking, stepped inside, and locked it behind her. Then she turned around and leaned against it, catching her breath.
Silas, who had been looking through some pictures at his table, heard the door but didn’t look up immediately, assuming it was a maid. But when the silence lingered, he turned, and paused when he saw her standing there.
Standing up, "Zara?" He called, squinting slightly to be sure it was her.
Zara pushed off the door and started walking toward him, her voice calm but laced with something darker. "I need an inhaler, and I was told I could only find one here," she said, stopping just in front of him.
Their eyes locked, and the pull between them hit her hard. Desire surged through her, sharp and familiar. Her body ached to be touched, to be consumed. She hated how intensely she reacted to him, but it had been too long. Too long since she had been held, touched like she wanted to be. And now, with everything going to hell, she needed that release more than ever.
Silas furrowed his brow, confused by her explanation. Inhaler? Was she asthmatic? Also, why did she look...cold today?
"Why..." he began, but was cut off as Zara seized his lips in a fierce kiss.