Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 179: Stellar Heights

Chapter 179: Stellar Heights

The November night was biting, the cold seeping through my thin t-shirt as Aeri and I stood in the middle of the quiet street, wrapped in each other’s arms. The moonlight bathed us in a soft glow, the city hushed around us, only the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional hum of a distant car breaking the silence. We’d just poured our hearts out—her guilt over the years I’d loved her in silence, my promise to make things okay—and the weight of it lingered, heavy but hopeful. _{free we\bnove(l).com}

Slowly, we broke from the hug, stepping back just enough to look at each other. Aeri’s teary eyes met mine, red and glassy from crying, her face flushed under the streetlight. I smiled at her, soft and warm, trying to ease the guilt I could see in her expression. Her lips trembled, and after a moment, she smiled back, small and hesitant, like she didn’t think she deserved to, but couldn’t help it.

"It’s getting colder," I said, my breath puffing in the chilly air, my hands itching to pull her close again but staying at my sides. "Should we go now?"

"Ahh—yes, you’re right," Aeri said, snapping out of her thoughts, her voice quick and flustered. "Sorry, sorry."

I chuckled, the sound light and easy, and started walking toward the hotel, my sneakers scuffing the pavement. Aeri hurried to catch up, her steps quick to match mine, her shoes clicking softly. She glanced at me, her lips pouting, her brows furrowed in mock annoyance.

"Why does it feel like you’re always laughing at me?" she asked.

I grinned, "Because you’re cute," I said, straight-up, my eyes flicking to her, catching the way her pout deepened.

"What even is that reason to laugh at someone, huh?" she huffed, stepping closer to grab my cheeks, giving them a playful tug. Her fingers were cold, but her touch sent a warmth through me, and I laughed louder.

We walked like that, the heaviness of our earlier talk easing with each step, and within five minutes, the hotel came into view. It was a four-star place, its sleek glass glowing with warm golden lights, the name "Stellar Heights" etched in elegant script above the entrance. It looked luxurious, the kind of place with plush carpets and chandeliers, and Aeri slowed her steps, her eyes widening as she took it in.

"Ohh, that looks too costly, Ezra," she said, her voice hesitant. "We can stay somewhere cheaper, maybe a—"

Before she could finish, I grabbed her hand, my fingers lacing through hers, and pulled her toward the entrance. "Nope, we’re going here only." I said, my voice firm.

She stumbled slightly, the glass doors slid open, and two uniformed guards greeted us with polite nods. "Good evening, sir, ma’am," they said in unison, their voices professional, and I nodded back, pulling Aeri into the grand lobby.

The hall was breathtaking, all shimmering gold and cream, with a massive chandelier dangling from the high ceiling, its crystals catching the light like tiny stars. The marble floor gleamed, reflecting the warm glow of sconces on the walls, and a faint jazz melody played softly in the background.

Aeri’s grip on my hand tightened, her eyes darting around, her cat ears making her look adorably out of place in the elegance. "Ezra, this is way too fancy," she whispered, leaning close, her voice a mix of awe and worry. "Are you sure about this?"

"Totally," I said, winking as I led her to the check-in desk, where a young woman in a crisp blazer smiled at us. "One room for two, please," I said, sliding my card across the counter. The woman typed quickly, and handed me a key card moments later. "Room 1204, Twelfth floor," she said. "Enjoy your stay."

"Thanks," I said, pocketing the card and turning to Aeri, who was still gawking at the lobby, her lips parted. "Come on, let’s get upstairs before you start pricing the chandelier," I teased.

She swatted my arm, her pout returning. "I’m not like that." she said, but she followed me, her hand still in mine, her fingers warm now.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and we stepped inside, the mirrored walls reflecting us.

The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to the twelfth floor, the plush-carpeted hallway to our room. The key card beeped, the door clicked open, and we stepped inside.

The hotel room door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the chilly November night as Aeri and I stepped into our sanctuary at Stellar Heights. The room was warm and inviting, the air carrying a faint, pleasant scent of fresh linens and lavender. A big, shimmering chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystals casting soft prisms of light across the plush cream carpet and the king-sized bed in the center, draped in crisp white sheets and a deep comforter.

The walls were adorned with sleek, modern art, and a large window offered a view of the city’s twinkling lights, though the heavy curtains were half-drawn, giving the space a cozy, intimate feel.

Aeri’s eyes darted around, taking it all in, but they lingered on the bed, her brows furrowing as doubt crept into her expression.

"Ehhh, there’s only one bed?" she asked, her voice tinged with a nervous laugh, her smile tense as she turned to me. "Aren’t we two people?"

I grinned, leaning against the doorframe, my hands in my pockets to play it cool, though my heart was racing at how cute she looked, all flustered. "Yeah, because I booked the couple’s stay," I said, my voice calm but teasing. "One bed’s enough for us, right?"

Aeri’s face turned pink instantly, her cheeks glowing under the soft light, and she let out a long, dramatic sigh, her shoulders slumping.

"You’re not gonna budge, are you?" she said, shaking her head, as she started walking toward the bathroom. "Let me take a bath now. We spent a lot of time in sweat at the carnival."

Before she could take another step, I moved quick, grabbing her arm gently and spinning her around. With a soft push, I guided her onto the bed, the mattress dipping under her as she landed with a surprised gasp.

"There’s no need for that," I said, my voice low and playful, climbing over her, my body hovering above hers, close enough to feel her warmth.

"Ezra... ahmm..." Aeri exhaled, her voice shaky, her eyes wide as she looked up at me, her hands gripping the comforter. Her face was still pink, her hair fanning out on the bed.

I reached for the bottle of water on the side table, its glass cool against my fingers, and took a quick sip, holding the liquid in my mouth.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to hers, kissing her slow and deep, letting the water trail from my mouth to hers in a teasing, intimate stream. Aeri’s eyes softened, her lashes fluttering as she kissed me back, her lips warm and soft, her breath hitching as the water slipped down her chin, a few drops catching on her neck.

My hand cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing her skin, guiding her as I fed her the rest, the moment charged with a quiet intensity.

"Ezra..." she mumbled against my lips, her voice barely a whisper, her face flushing deeper, a mix of shyness and desire in her eyes. She reached up, her fingers grazing my jaw, hesitant at first, then firmer, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, our breaths mingling in the warm room.