Chapter 83: Chapter 83

After four hours and thirty-minute, the gate opened and Taylor entered, soaked and dripping and shivering terribly. I ran into the rain to meet her and to put my trenchcoat on her even though the damage had been done. Within seconds of being soaked and dripping, I became terribly cold and I lead her into the bathroom. I wanted to scold her for not listening to my words hours ago, but I kept quiet as we entered the shower.

"I'll make it warm okay?" Unable to answer, she nodded and bit her quivering lips and I turned on the shower and hit the warm button and the warm water descended on the both of us and she took off the trench coat and began to pull off her jacket, shirt and long, black trousers. She was now in only her bra and panties and my eyes analysed her from head to toe and over again, but this time stopping on her stomach which is already showing and giving the hint of a growing baby bump. She wrapped her arms around herself and I knew she was uncomfortable, yeah I was freaking her out.

I didn't blame her for being uncomfortable, I'd be uncomfortable if I was in her shoes as well. We have maintained our relationship as friends in the last couple of months and haven't done anything to pass that line. She knew how I felt about her but I wasn't going to rush her to become more than she could be with me... That would be selfish.

I had never seen her in so little before and though it causes a longing in me I remind myself that her taking off her clothes were done without consciously taking into account that I was there. The cold was doing crazy things to me as well things even I couldn't explain.

"Sorry. I'll let you take a bath now." I said awkwardly, walking out of the bathroom and going and getting myself also out of my wet clothes and getting a cold shower because there was a fire I needed to quench.

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"You should take this," I handed her some cold relief medicine and a glass of water. "They help fight against cold and cough that might arise as a result of the cold rain."

She gave me a funny eye. "So you're what? A doctor now?"

I sat down beside her, as she takes the cup and medicines from my hand but in no rush to take them. "If it'll make you sleep better, I read medicine at the university," I told her honestly and she gave me a funny eye before looking away. "I know what you are thinking, then why aren't you a doctor right?"

Her cheeks reddened and her lips pressed together to form a thin line. "Well you have the bad-boy character, so forgive me if you caring for people is hard to believe." She shook her head.

I care for you always. I almost say, but I shut my mouth before I gave that out.

She swallows the medicine and drops the glass on the stool close to her seat, "A doctor? Nah" she said absent-mindedly and that made me laugh and her cheeks heated up again because she probably didn't think I was going to hear her.

"Cute. But I was too hot to be a doctor." I pointed out with a grin and she rolled her eyes at my self-praise. I cleared my throat and properly explained the real reason to her. "Reading medicine was a decision I made against the families desire. Dad as always is blunt and never loses an argument and I should have listened to him when he said none of his two kids would work under anybody. The names Hilton isn't everywhere because of the many hospitals they have, they are known for the many hotels and resorts they have all over the world and being the only son, he said I was going to manage everything one day, so dad made sure nothing I did apart from being the boss worked."

"Aww, that's a noble thought, not wanting the position as a boss even when you were born to rule." she placed her hand on mine and gave me a small smile. "But for what it's worth you should do what you have passion for, damn what everyone says. And who says you have to work for anyone?" Now, this was the Taylor I knew.

"I guess you're right." I agreed with a firm nod.

"Yes. I am," she said with a slight smirk and my eyes held hers captive and slowly dropped down her lips and I feel hers dropped down on mine as well. I knew the feeling quite well and I knew the better decision was to stay away just like I had done the previous day and earlier in the bathroom because I knew she belonged to someone else.

Rory...

Damn!

"Keenan." She called out as I get up from beside her trying to save us both. "Thank you." She said as she got to her feet and tiptoeing and taking my lips surprisingly into hers. My eyes shut as she slowly closed her lips on mine and my arms securely wrapped around her waist and hauled her body closer to mine.

Her finger touched the skin of my face and I kissed her back, my mind tried to ignore the sweet attention her hand was giving me underneath my shirt, but it could only endure the torture for so long. How did I even escape her yesterday? A moan escaped my mouth as her hands explore my body when she quickly exposed it to her eyes and I crashed my lips hungrily down in hers and we both fall onto the sofa.

I wanted her, it was so obvious. I wanted her in ways I could not even begin to express or explain with words. I wanted her, to feel her softness, her skin pressed against mine, tattooed into my skin. But just like every other good thing I have ever wanted in life, I knew I couldn't have her and as much as I hated it, she would never be mine.

Her eyes opened in surprise to see me pull away and began to adjust my shirt, trying to cover my already exposed and assaulted skin as I sit up. The expression on her face was unmistakable, it was questioning, but I knew better than to let us proceed with the disastrous road we were about to embark on.

"Did I do something wrong?" the tone of her voice made me guilty of a lot of things beginning with what I wanted of which she was at the top of the list.

"No! You're kidding me?" I exclaimed with a grief grab on consciousness, because she pouted adorably and I almost lost it.

This woman had no idea how hard it was to remain sane whenever I was to be with her. She couldn't do anything wrong and even if she did, I was too gone to notice at this point.

"Then why did you stop kissing me?" She asked, confusion obvious in her voice.

"Taylor this..." I began, using my hand as an illustration of what I was saying. "Is just going to bring regret and heartbreaks and we both know it," I responded, my frustration lessening.

"You don't like me anymore?" she asked in a hushed voice and I wanted to shoot myself in the head for ever making Taylor feel insecure at any point.

"Taylor...you know I do. This... Me... I don't think that this is not w-hat you want." I stuttered ridiculously, "you crave to be touched, and held and you also crave all these other things, but it's not really because you really need them, it's because you're pregnant."

She shook her head, ready to refuse my words even when we both knew it was true. "No. It's not true. I want you Keenan why do you find it hard to believe?"

"Because you truly don't," I replied. "You just want me to satisfy your craving and once that is over, you're either going to start hating yourself or me."

She reached out to me, but I backed away and she withdrew her hand away and pain flashed in her eyes. She nodded and sniffed back a sob and stared at me for a while and nodded again. "Okay."

"Taylor-" I tried to speak, but she put her hand up in suspension.

"It's okay, Keenan, I get it you still can't seem to accept that I can want you besides the fact that I am in this condition." She moved towards me on the sofa, but this time I couldn't back away, I didn't want to. Maybe she did want me too, maybe just maybe I could finally get what I wanted I thought, and when her hands rested on my neck, I closed the gap between us.

My hands were restless on her body as our tongue cause both wonders and chaos in each other's mouth. I pulled off her dress and her skin comes in clear view of my eyes. Her fair, flawless skin dazzling like it was being illuminated by the sun and my eyes meet hers slowly and she bit her lips and then pout adorably. I growled and my eyes dropped from her down to her growing baby bump and her eyes seemed to follow mine. For a six month pregnancy, Taylor's bump did look small and I had the time now to properly look at it without feeling like I was invading her privacy and my fingers frolicked the skin of her belly, dancing skillfully on it and earning moans from her.

"Oh, Ro-ry!" the name escaped her mouth before she could stop herself and my heart seemed to have been slashed with a knife and is now bleeding out. I couldn't believe that after so many months, she was still longing for him. I pulled back, getting up to my feet and she covered her mouth and speechlessly stared at me, the look on her face was like one who couldn't believe what she just said.

I began to walk away and she called after me. "Keenan. I'm sorry"

"I told you it wasn't what you wanted."

I realise then that I couldn't keep hoping of ever having Taylor, she was never going to be mine and staying with her would be just punishing myself and wasting precious time. But I knew I could not bring myself to leave her, I was all she had and I was going to do my best, putting whatever feelings I have behind and hoping for a good friendship between us as that was all we could ever be.

Flashback ends