He looked like a fallen angel.
My chest tightened.
I went up to him and took a seat on his lap. He put his hands on my hips, his eyes still closed while smirking slowly.
I ran my hands through his hair as he sighed with his eyes closed. We remained silent, my hands running through his hair as he caressed my skin.
This appealed to me. The comfortable silence
"He was more of a brother than a friend," he said, drawing my body closer to him. His face was pressing against my neck.
"He'll grow out of it."
I'm hoping he will.
He clenched his jaws. "When he said I was going to hurt you, I wanted to fucking smack his face."
"Relax," I murmured as I kissed his eyes, cheeks, nose, and lips.
When I drew back, a small smile appeared on his lips.
"What got you all smiling like that?" I teased.
"Perhaps it's because my girlfriend fucking loves kissing me," he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and lied, "Then maybe I should stop kissing you for a while."
It had become a habit.
"The fuck you will!" he growled as he drew me into a toe-curling kiss.
We took deep breaths after pulling away.
"I should take a shower," I grumbled.
"You better!" he murmured, his gaze fixed on me. My cheeks blushed as I dashed into the shower.
Behind me, I heard a low chuckle.
"Only you'll be shy after kissing the fuck out of me," he yelled from behind the closed door.
"Shut up."
I overheard him laughing. My own lips twitched into a smile.
It was moments like these that made me realize how far we'd come in such a short period of time. No matter how long I lied to myself, I knew I had fallen deeply and irreversibly in love with the cocky asshole I called my boyfriend.
He was everything I wanted to avoid, but the thought made me puke.
I don't think he feels the same way. After all, I am the one who easily becomes attached. I will wait for him literally forever.
But the thought that I might not be it for him, as he was for me, breaks my heart. I've never been enough for anyone, and I doubt I ever will be. But a small part of me hopes that he, too, will fall for me.
I admit that I was very insecure.
These were my thoughts as I washed my skin with the shower gel provided by the hotel.
The walls and mirror were fogged in. I cursed when I realized I had left the clothes outside. I dried my hair, wrapped the towel from the hanger around my body, and cursed myself again.