Through His Eyes: An Institute Series Novella (The Institute Series Book 4) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Kayla Howarth
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“You can dump all the emotional crap on me you want. You need an outlet, Allira. You’ve been holding it in for too long. I’ve seen you. You’re not happy, and you’re not coping. You don’t have to pretend with me. You never have to pretend with me.”
Without warning, her lips met his. She kissed him .
He didn’t react at first, he kind of seemed taken aback by her sudden advance. But then he moaned and opened his mouth to her, pulling her in tighter and wrapping his arms around her.
His hand entangled in her hair as he leaned back on the couch, bringing her lips with him.
Without breaking apart, she climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. Their kiss escalated quickly and became frantic, making me want to throw up.
I always knew she’d move on eventually, but really? Drew ?
Allira moved her hands to Drew’s shirt, undoing the top button.
He moaned again, but it came out more pained this time. His hands found hers on his shirt and held them still. Surprisingly, he broke the kiss.
“Allira,” he whined, breathlessly. He gently moved her off of his lap and stood up, running his hands through his hair. “We can’t do this.”
She looked at him with a confused expression. “Why not?”
He laughed, but it was a sad laugh. “Because you don’t actually want to. Are you forgetting that when you touch me, I practically become like Tate? I could hear your brain screaming at you to stop.”
She didn’t respond, just hung her head, embarrassed. “You … you don’t want me?”
“Are you insane? I’ve wanted this for as long as I’ve known you.” He started pacing in front of her. “I mean, I haven’t really thought of you that way since finding out about William, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t jump at the chance to be with you, to give us a real shot … if you actually wanted it. But you don’t, and I’m not the same guy I was when I met you. I’m not going to put my selfish wants above your feelings. I’d rather have you as only a friend than not at all. If we were to … you know … it’d ruin us. I know it would.”
Allira hung her head in her hands. She knew he was right. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, starting to sob again.
He sat back down next to her on the couch, putting his arm around her. “Don’t … You’re in pain and you want comfort. It’s just … with our history…” He sighed. “I just can’t be the distraction you’re looking for.”
Holy shit. I think I just started to like the bastard.
“Can we just forget this ever happened?” she asked, timidly.
“Maybe we should ask your mum to erase it for us,” he joked.
She giggled, but then got a look in her eye that scared the crap out of me. I did not want to know what she was thinking. A lightbulb practically appeared over her head.
“I really don’t want to be rude, but do you mind if you get going? I kind of just want to shower and go to bed,” she said, suddenly faking an innocent demeanour.
“This isn’t going to make it weird between us, is it? Please tell me we’re not going to resort to only seeing each other when you come for your meetings at the Institute now?”
“That’ll never happen,” she said, smiling politely. “And it’s still weird to me that you’re the director now.” She giggled.
So fake.
He laughed with her. “It’s only my first week. It’s still weird to me, too.” He leaned in and kissed the side of her head. “I’ll leave you to it. We’ll catch up soon, okay?”
She nodded and walked him to the door, the look of determination never wavering from her face. How Drew wasn’t picking up on it was beyond me.
“Allira, what the hell are you planning?” My question went unanswered, as usual.
FORGETTING
“Mum?” Allira asked tentatively. They arrived home not long after Drew left. They’d probably been waiting for him to get back with their car.
Allira had just gotten out of the shower, having washed the thick wedding makeup
“You can dump all the emotional crap on me you want. You need an outlet, Allira. You’ve been holding it in for too long. I’ve seen you. You’re not happy, and you’re not coping. You don’t have to pretend with me. You never have to pretend with me.”
Without warning, her lips met his. She kissed him .
He didn’t react at first, he kind of seemed taken aback by her sudden advance. But then he moaned and opened his mouth to her, pulling her in tighter and wrapping his arms around her.
His hand entangled in her hair as he leaned back on the couch, bringing her lips with him.
Without breaking apart, she climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. Their kiss escalated quickly and became frantic, making me want to throw up.
I always knew she’d move on eventually, but really? Drew ?
Allira moved her hands to Drew’s shirt, undoing the top button.
He moaned again, but it came out more pained this time. His hands found hers on his shirt and held them still. Surprisingly, he broke the kiss.
“Allira,” he whined, breathlessly. He gently moved her off of his lap and stood up, running his hands through his hair. “We can’t do this.”
She looked at him with a confused expression. “Why not?”
He laughed, but it was a sad laugh. “Because you don’t actually want to. Are you forgetting that when you touch me, I practically become like Tate? I could hear your brain screaming at you to stop.”
She didn’t respond, just hung her head, embarrassed. “You … you don’t want me?”
“Are you insane? I’ve wanted this for as long as I’ve known you.” He started pacing in front of her. “I mean, I haven’t really thought of you that way since finding out about William, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t jump at the chance to be with you, to give us a real shot … if you actually wanted it. But you don’t, and I’m not the same guy I was when I met you. I’m not going to put my selfish wants above your feelings. I’d rather have you as only a friend than not at all. If we were to … you know … it’d ruin us. I know it would.”
Allira hung her head in her hands. She knew he was right. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, starting to sob again.
He sat back down next to her on the couch, putting his arm around her. “Don’t … You’re in pain and you want comfort. It’s just … with our history…” He sighed. “I just can’t be the distraction you’re looking for.”
Holy shit. I think I just started to like the bastard.
“Can we just forget this ever happened?” she asked, timidly.
“Maybe we should ask your mum to erase it for us,” he joked.
She giggled, but then got a look in her eye that scared the crap out of me. I did not want to know what she was thinking. A lightbulb practically appeared over her head.
“I really don’t want to be rude, but do you mind if you get going? I kind of just want to shower and go to bed,” she said, suddenly faking an innocent demeanour.
“This isn’t going to make it weird between us, is it? Please tell me we’re not going to resort to only seeing each other when you come for your meetings at the Institute now?”
“That’ll never happen,” she said, smiling politely. “And it’s still weird to me that you’re the director now.” She giggled.
So fake.
He laughed with her. “It’s only my first week. It’s still weird to me, too.” He leaned in and kissed the side of her head. “I’ll leave you to it. We’ll catch up soon, okay?”
She nodded and walked him to the door, the look of determination never wavering from her face. How Drew wasn’t picking up on it was beyond me.
“Allira, what the hell are you planning?” My question went unanswered, as usual.
FORGETTING
“Mum?” Allira asked tentatively. They arrived home not long after Drew left. They’d probably been waiting for him to get back with their car.
Allira had just gotten out of the shower, having washed the thick wedding makeup
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