In the Air (The City Book 1) - By Crystal Serowka Page 0,67
stop thinking about Natalia. Her delicate face, her laugh, her soft skin ... but she didn't want me. So I was here, where I guess I was meant to be all along.
"I've missed it, too," I said half-heartedly.
"Samson?"
I kissed Aubrey's forehead, lightly pressing my lips on the spot just below her hairline. "Yes?" I answered.
"Do you still love me?"
I had a feeling she would ask me that question. It's the same question that I kept asking myself. Do I still love Aubrey? Will I always love her? She was my first love, the only girl I ever loved ... until Natalia. I lifted Aubrey's face and lowered my lips to hers. If there was one way to avoid answering the question, it was to kiss her.
The kiss felt different, and I wasn't sure if it was because I'd been kissing Natalia, or because my feelings for Aubrey had dwindled. Our kiss deepened, Aubrey's body pressing harder against mine. The pressure felt nice. It made me feel less lonely. Just as I started getting more and more into the kiss and thoughts of Natalia were pushed to the back of my mind, my phone vibrated, causing me to lose focus. Aubrey kissed my neck, as I reached for my phone in my pocket. I slowly peeled away from her, looking down at the screen. It was Natalia. My heart dropped. The look of shock on my face alerted Aubrey.
"Who's calling you?"
I had two choices. I could either answer Aubrey's question or my phone. As I answered the call, I hastily walked out of the hotel room, closing the door behind me.
"Hi," Natalia yelled into the phone.
"Natalia, are you okay?" In the background, I heard police sirens and car horns beeping.
"I just wanted to call and ask you if you liked The Beatles? Who am I kidding? Everyone loves them." Her words were slurred, indicating she was drunk.
"Where are you, Natalia?" I felt my blood began to boil.
"Don't worry about where I am. Where are you?"
"Do you need me to come and get you?" I had a feeling she was playing games with my head, but I still needed to make sure she was safe.
"Are you a white knight turned ballet dancer?" she asked, while laughing loudly into the phone.
"Tell me where you are. I'm coming to get you," I ordered, my anger intensified the longer the conversation went on.
"Just tell me one thing first. Are you falling for me?"
Aubrey opened the door behind me, peeking her head out and questioning me with her eyes. I looked up at her and smiled, holding up a finger to inform her I would be a minute. She gave me a skeptical look, but shut the door.
"Natalia, if I answer this question, promise me you'll tell me where you are, so I can come and get you."
"I don't want to see you, Samson."
Her words hurt. How could she so suddenly not want to see me? Did she really not want this? I didn't want her out wherever she was, drunk. I didn't want her to end up meeting some random guy at a bar and taking things too far with him.
"Fine. I'll call you a cab to come and get you." I hoped she'd accept my offer.
"Fine, but answer my question first."
"I fell for you the moment I saw you standing in front of Juilliard in your polka dot shirt and combat boots. You looked so lost. I knew you weren't a part of the group I was looking for, it just gave me an excuse to not look like I was coming onto you. When I looked into your eyes that very first time, I knew what I had been missing out on my entire life. I'm not falling for you, Natalia, I've already fallen." I wanted to hear her say that she made a mistake. She wanted to be back in my bed, laying next to me, wrapped in my arms. But the words never came.
"I need to go."
"Does what I just said not matter to you?" Natalia didn't want me. She never did. I shouldn't have given her the satisfaction of answering her question.
"I can't. It's done, Samson. We're done." I held the phone to my ear, hoping the silence was just her pausing to find more words to say. It was useless. She'd already hung up.
I was almost glad Natalia called. It was what I needed to hear in order to stay where I was. I may not be in love