Caught In Your Chaos ✓

Chapter Forty-Nine

My eyes observed him intently as Jake dabbed the alcohol wipes lightly on my palm. I hissed due to the slight sting, and as if he could feel my pain, he gave me a quick troubled look before blowing on the wound. As soon as his warm breath touched my skin, there was no stinging, just the goosebumps. From the moment we sat on the couch beside each other, we had not uttered a word. I watched him in silence as he wrapped the bandage around my palm and placed them gently on my lap.

While I watched his actions chewing on my bottom lip, trying to understand him, my eyes scanned his scraped skin and bruises on his face. He was about to get up from the couch, but I placed my hand on Jake's cheek to make him face me. "Let me treat your wounds too. If you keep them untreated, they may get infected." I released a breath and smiled at him.

He frowned but didn't jerk away from my touch. He relaxed and nodded. I held on to his chin, keeping it in place as I cleaned his face with the alcohol wipes. I wasn't used to treating wounds, the sight of blood made me nauseous, but I had lost count of how many times I ended up tending to him. His knuckles looked awful as I wiped the cuts on his milky white skin and applied fresh bandages around them.

I could feel Jake's eyes burning my skin, but I didn't meet them as I continued patching him up. He didn't flinch even once, but as soon as I dabbed the cut on his bottom lip, he screwed up his eyes and let out a hiss. "Sorry, did it hurt?" I quickly removed my hand and repeated his earlier action by blowing hot air on his lips. By then, I was sure his eyes were back on me, and I could feel his warm breath on my face. I didn't realize how close our lips were.

"Amy, you will hate the real me," his words give feathery touches to my lips. I remembered how I had demanded to know the real him, and my throat burns with the possibility that maybe it had something to do with his redemption.

"I will keep that decision to myself," I exhaled, placing one of my hands on his cheek, and my eyes searched his charcoal orbs for answers. "I want to know you, Jacob. I do..." My words got swallowed by him as he meshed our lips together.

It was the same euphoric feeling again, the one that swept me off my roots and drowned me in the rhythm of his heartbeats. My hand moved from his cheek to the back of his neck, and as I had imagined it so many times, I let it sink into his soft hair. I could feel how his lips slowly caressed mine with the most gentle touches. As we kissed, it felt like he was feeding me all the words he couldn't say and all the feelings I was yet to label. And right then, I knew, every time I tried reaching out to Jake, he gratified me with his passion. The metallic taste of blood in my mouth made me jerk away from his lips a little, but he held the back of my head, attaching our lips again. I placed my other hand over his chest and made him ease back against the couch.

"Don't pull away from me, Amy," he breathed against my lips. Even if my mind wanted to, a part of me couldn't move away from his touch. If I had known he would pull me into his story, I would have never dared to write the beginning. But somehow, he kept me at the edge of my sanity, and I knew soon I would let go completely. The question is - Was I ready for it? Probably, never.

His hands moved to the front of Seb's jacket I was wearing, and he slowly discarded it away. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, and soon I found myself in his embrace. There was a time when even a hug from my friends seemed like an invasion of my personal space, but I let that curly-haired messed-up guy willingly kiss me to oblivion. He seized all my theories, thoughts, and ideas turning them into a beautiful reality.

I shuddered as he nibbled on my bottom lip, an action I found rather sweet. As soon as my lips parted, he invaded every corner of my mouth, making my hand fist in his hair. A low grunt vibrated through his throat, and his kiss turned demanding. The need to breathe and stop before I lost my senses had me push on his chest lightly. He pulled away instantly and brushed his nose against my cheek. I gathered as much air as to fill up my lungs, still holding on to him.