His Secret

57. Matías

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

MATíAS

On Wednesday morning, Adrian’s in my office before I can even start working.

“Hey,” he says, coming inside and closing the door. “Can we talk for a minute?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He sits across from me, legs bouncing. My heart squeezes, wondering what he’s about to say. Is this all about to come crashing to an end? Is he staying with her? Will I, once again, be left behind to watch him fake it with someone else?

“I need to put in a request for time off.”

My stomach twists. “Okay,” I say slowly. “How much time off?”

He rubs his finger over his eyebrow. “Uh, I don’t know. I know I haven’t been here too long, but I’ll need a few days at least.”

I turn on my computer and click a few things before I get the leave request form open. I hit print.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

He finally looks me in the eye. “I have hope that I will be soon.”

My lips turn up into a small smile. “That’s good.”

“Charlotte left. She’s in Chicago. She took the car, so I need to get there so I can drive it back. But while I’m there, I have to have a conversation with my family.”

I nod. “Okay.”

“She knows. Everyone knows. Not only about me, but about us.”

My brows lift. “Oh.”

“She saw you leave my house Monday night, and it started a discussion that turned into a fight.” He waves his hand in the air. “But yeah, so there’s that.”

“How do you feel?” I ask.

“It’s such a confusing feeling,” he says, leaning back in the chair a little. “I feel terrible. I feel guilty and sad, but I also feel relief. I feel hopeful.”

He smiles at me, and the heaviness leaves my shoulders. I return the grin before getting up to get the paper from the printer.

I walk to his chair and hold the paper out. “Fill this out and bring it back to me. I’ll file it.”

He takes it, standing up. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Our faces are inches away, but I wait for him.

He leans forward, lips brushing mine.

I kiss him back, softly at first, then I swipe my tongue inside his mouth and swallow his subsequent moan.

“Tell me you’re coming back to me,” I whisper against his mouth before placing another kiss. “Please tell me you’re coming back.”

His hand slides over my hip, gripping me tight as he eases away so he can look into my eyes.

“Matías. I’m coming back. I promise you. I’m not letting you go again.”

He kisses me, and through his lips and tongue, I search for the truth of his words.