Chapter 9

The next day Rosie came an hour early to the hospital to find Oscar gone.




She hadn't realised it was so hard to let him go. There wasn't anything more than lust between them. It wasn't like she owned him. It was just that one heated moment last night before she had so abruptly stopped and ran out of the room. She wondered if he thought that she was just like all those other girls who jumped up on any chance they could get with him. Well, I wasn't like that, she scowled. Why did she have to give in to him like that? If only she had a little restraint. And to top that she bolted out of the room in the middle of a quiet intimate moment. 




The fact of that matter was, he had held her close. So close. And that had messed with her head. The way he held so close, almost possessively, with his face buried in her hair arising a deep feeling in her lower stomach with an emotion she couldn't quite place. And the next moment she had trouble breathing. 




She knew what she would end up feeling, if she continues this, but she wasn't so sure about him, what he felt. 



Last night when she had trouble breathing, all she could think was she needed to put some space between them. 




And that's what exactly he had done.




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Oscar was sitting in the living room of his apartment, his legs stretched out on the low coffee table and rubbing his finger gently on his lower lip and pondering over the last night's kiss. He had gone to bed early. At midnight he had actually woken up feeling Rosie in his arms, her scent, her little pleasure moans. His senses were stirred at a degree he thought he was going insane. He was so scared. It was like he had a nightmare.



But the difference was, he longed for this nightmare to come true.




So now he sat on the couch assessing his lower lip where Rosie's kiss still lingered. At some point she had actually bit his lower lip. The way she had nipped at his throat. And the way he had bit her on her breast. Even through the shirt he could feel how soft it was. And her reaction to it. Remembering all those details brought back the raw, primal emotions, he had experienced in her warm embrace, with same intensity, yet he didn't stop himself thinking about it. 




I have to stop feeling like this, he vowed.




He got up and limped to his bedroom to grab his jacket and twenty minutes later after making several calls he was walking towards his car in the deserted parking lot at half past two in the early morning with only one destination in his mind!




He was a man with a mission.



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Rosie had come home from the hospital with her heart heavy, her mind distracted and body exhausted. 




She vowed to herself to keep her mind distracted, but nothing seemed to distract her away from the one ungrateful man. One hot ungrateful man. 



The only thing which barely had a chance to distract her mind was Television, and that meant only one tv series- Game of Thrones. Another raise in her geek creds. She could sit hours together and watch the same episodes again and again. And that's what she did now. After what seemed like forever, she paused the screen, not bothering to turn it off and drifted off to sleep on her couch. 




Half an hour later she was woken up by the door bell. She groaned loudly and grumbled loudly something which sounded like "buzz off" and pushed herself off the couch wondering who it was at three in the morning... 


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