Chapter 6

As we are walking back to the entrance of the hotel, we cross Grant who has his eyes locked on Alice. She winks at us and splits, joining him at his table. Nick and I pretend not to notice and go back to our rooms.

“Want to join me?’’ Nick asks before closing his door. He smiles sweetly and I nod. I step into an identical room to mine, except for the TV, which is on. He invites me to sit on his bed with him and I follow him, more than happy to cuddle a bit.

I barely have time to sit next to him before his lips are on mine. I let out a surprised giggle, but kiss him back. His lips become a little more pressing as they trail down my neck and onto my collar bone.

His hand grabs my hip, squeezing softly before he slips his fingers under my shirt. He grazes my ribs and I can’t help but feel a little ticklish.

Nick pulls up my shirt and I let him pass it over my head. His lips hungrily come back on mine and he places himself between my legs. I start to feel uncomfortable: though we have been together for quite a while, we had never gone all the way.

His hand finds its way to my back, playing with the hook of my bra.

“Pause,’’ I breath out. I push him back a little.

“Come on, baby, I’ll be gentle,’’ he whispers. His lips find my neck again, trailing down lower than I would like.

I feel myself start to panic and I push him a little harder. The hand in my back unhooks my bra.

“Nick, stop!’’ I scream pushing him as hard as I can. He falls back on the bed and I scramble to a corner of the room, tears burning to be let loose.

“Come on, Soph!’’ He screams back. “Don’t you ever feel like doing more than kissing? We’ve been together for almost two years now, am I really that unattractive to you?’’

“You know it’s not like that.’’ He paces around the room angrily and I try to slow down my breathing.

“When you told me you wanted to live life a little crazier, I thought you meant more than just going on some road trip. Why won’t you just sleep with me? Hell, even just let me pleasure you?’’

I shoot back the first thing that comes to my mind: the truth.

“It doesn’t feel right,’’

“It doesn’t feel right?’’ He asks in a cold, furious voice. “So you actually don’t love me?’’

“That’s not what I meant,’’ I say in a desperate tone. I never was good at explaining my feelings. “It doesn’t feel right yet.’’

“Okay, then when? When will you actually want to love me?’’

“I do love you!’’

“Then sleep with me!’’ He argues as he walks up to me. “Prove to me you want more than a boy toy that follows you around.’’

He grabs my arm and puts me on my feet like I weight nothing. Pushing me roughly against the wall, he shoves his tongue between my lips, his fingers slid in the waist line of my jeans.

A burning sensation starts to grow in my lungs as I struggle to breath. With all the strength I can muster, I push him back. He stumbles back and I storm out to the door, holding back sobs. How could he be so insensitive?

“So you’re really going to leave without your shirt?’’ He asks defiantly holding up the piece of fabric. I shoot him daggers with my eyes.

“Fuck you.’’ I spit and slam the door behind me. I see his eyes widen when I step out in my unhooked bra, but I’m too angry to care.

I hold the piece of fabric against my chest and unlock my door with my free hand, ignoring the curious look the maid gives me. I slam the door again and lock it behind me. I get rid of the stupid bra and throw it as hard as I can against the wall.

I can’t hold back the tears any longer and painful sobs shake my shoulders as I slip on a hoodie. How could this go so wrong, so fast? Two days ago, we were the happiest couple in the world. Well, I know I was happy... Maybe he wasn’t.

My chest feels like it’s being crushed as I crawl under the blankets on the bed, still sobbing. This wasn’t the first time we had argued, but it was the first time it had gotten that intense. Why had I been so weak? I wish I hadn’t have run away and stayed to give him a piece of my mind.

Anger, anguish and anxiety swirled in my head, clouding everything else. I consider taking my parents on their offer and call them to come get me, but change my mind instantly: I would not give that asshole the satisfaction of ruining my vacation.