𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 ⋆ 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗻

eight

𝗛 𝗔 𝗥 𝗗
chapter eight

Nova had already made her way up the stairs when she heard Corbyn saying goodbye to a few of their friends and shut the front door just seconds after that. She felt herself grinning at how quick Corbyn made his way up the stairs, the way his sneakers came in contact with the wooden steps made it clear he was more than glad their friends left and he was now able to enjoy the rest of the night with his girl.

She had changed into one of Corbyn's oversized shirts, a smile forming onto her face when she realized he always kept it in the same place - underneath the pillow on the right side of his bed, the side she always slept on. She unclipped her hair to let it cascade down her back before bringing it up into a simple messy bun onto the top of her head.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Nova was disgusted by the dark colored bruise coloring her jaw and the side of her face. It reminded her of Noah in a way she didn't wanted. After this night, Nova just wanted to forget about him and all the time she put in a one-sided relationship, but because of the large stain on her face - she couldn't.

She slightly relaxed when an arm had wrapped around her shoulders from where Corbyn was standing behind her. His lips grazed her bruised jaw slightly before he pressed a small kiss to the bruise, letting his lips linger there for a few seconds. She closed her eyes and felt herself leaning back into his grasp, his torso firmly pressed against her back as he pulled her closer even more.

Silence was the only thing being shared between the two adolescents as they stood in the bathroom, bodies pressed against each other's in a comforting hold. When Corbyn held her, his embrace made it all seem so easy. As if there hadn't been a fight between him and her ex-boyfriend, as if everything had never changed between them after their kiss. If she could, she wanted to be in his embrace forever.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, voice quiet and careful before he looked into the mirror, catching her gaze, "Is your jaw hurting you?"

Nova smiled at him through the mirror, shaking her head at his second question. Even if her jaw was hurting a bit, she didn't want Corbyn to worry too much. He had his own bruises and cuts to look after and she felt like she was the last reason he had to think about. "No, it's okay," She answered, reaching her hands upwards to cup his, thumb rubbing over the calloused skin. "Are you okay though?"

Corbyn shook his head with a chuckle before he released her from his grip, placing his hands onto her waist before smoothly spinning her around so he was able to look into her emerald colored eyes - the ones that calmed him down. "I'm fine, stop worrying so much."

She showed him a smile after she chuckled, raising her arms before she wrapped them around his neck and released a content sigh. "Thank you," She told him genuinely, her voice nearly going unheard. Her eyes found the kind and sweet pool of blue ones after she looked up once again, "I never really knew how much I needed someone to comfort me like you did earlier this night."

Corbyn wasn't sure of what action of his she was currently talking about, but he couldn't help but send her a smile. It seemed like that was the only thing he was capable of doing when he was around her- smile. It went automatically, the way the corners of his mouth would curl up and how he felt this constant need to look into her eyes. The way the emeralds would lure him into feeling safe, wanting to hold her and look into them forever until all of his sins and worries would dissolve.

"Oh? Really?" He asked her, the playfulness clear in his voice. "Do you need some more comfort?"

The way his voice went from playful to all seriousness told her that he wasn't messing around. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he looked at her, causing a blush to rush up onto her cheeks. It had only been a about two hours after their first kiss, and she still wasn't used to the impact Corbyn had on her.

She ticked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, ready to get into this teasing game he was playing. Her hands trailed down from his neck to his chest, taking the silver chain between her fingers. "What is this precise comfort you're talking about, Corbyn?"

He shook his head and clicked his tongue, looking at the ceiling in disbelief. A chuckle fell from his mouth as his hands grasped the thin material of the black shirt she was wearing, scrunching it up between his fingers. Two could play that game. "What if I just show you instead of tell you, hm?"

The way his hands scrunched up the shirt before his warm hands gently placed themselves onto her bare waist made a shiver run down her spine and goosebumps appear upon her arms and legs.

"Why are you still talking then?" She challenged him, carefully grasping the chain before slightly pulling the jewelry so she was able to brush their noses against each other's, "Just show me."

Her voice in combination with her nose brushing his made him close his eyes, his fingertips slightly digging into her waist. The air was filled with tension, and Corbyn was ready to break the silence. And so he did, brushing his lips against hers slightly before he felt how she let go of his chain to place her hands onto his cheeks, pulling him even closer as she deepened the kiss.

The way they were grasping at each other made it clear for the both of them that this was exactly what they needed. Comfort, touches and kisses filled with love. All they ever needed was each other, and that was never going to change.