Who were you thinking of
When we were making love
Was it a good looking stranger
Or a close friend of mine?
You didn't want to quit
When we were into it
Last night ..........
She better be thinking of me, thought Rhys. Yes, he'd done it again. There was no staying away. Mercedes was a magnet and he was a horrible piece of steal. He was beginning to think. But then he didn't put much thought into Sasha's words about Mercedes being a cow, either. He wanted to, but he didn't.
It was easy. Practically like being on auto-pilot with Mercedes. And with winter setting in. All the elements were against him. He just wasn't going to fight it, anymore.
Take a deep breath and hold on. She might as well be the devil's mistress in bed. Not that he resisted the matter. It was just...now was she really thinking of me, really? It bothered him to think she might be thinking of Russ. You know, old times? Or maybe it was Warren. She'd had a go at him before. A bloke could never be too careful about these things.
Aside from the fact that she was a beautiful creature, his mind began to wonder through the force of nature. What was Beth doing right now? He was happy just watching her brush her teeth. And the most ordinary thing was, he even enjoyed doing the laundry with her. He wanted to cry but he didn't. He couldn't. He wasn't that sensitive, now was he?
Then he tried to get it out his head, kissing Sasha at the movies. That had been so unexpected, but amazingly much more satisfying that this.
What the hell was happening to him? Who did he really want? This? Beth? He cringed thinking of Sasha. Back to reality, he could see Mercedes thought maybe something else was coming up.
A few minutes later, she broke free and fell back on her pillow, smiling.
It was OK, he thought. Better than OK, actually. But as he lay there next to her on the pillow he felt his heart race. It was as if the end was near. Perhaps. He couldn't take his fake smile much longer.
"Who were you thinking of?" He rose up on his elbows.
"Babe, what are you babbling about?" She turned to her side toward him with her head resting on his shoulder. She stroked his chest, but he caught her hand instead.
"It was Russ, wasn't it?" He said almost angry.
"What? Of course not." She rolled her eyes.
"I don't believe you." He turned away.
"Why would I spend time with you if I'm not going to think about you. That's not, me." She rolled away from him then and pulled the covers around her.
He bit his bottom lip. Why couldn't this be simple? He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her. He wouldn't let her know who he was really thinking about.