𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇{mlm}

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗

𖣘⍟𖣘

Chris's P.O.V

Both B and Pressly were pretty stubborn. Maybe that was why they didn't see things the way I was seeing them. It had been two weeks since Bobby started to live with Pressly and you couldn't see Pressly without Bobby and vice versa.

It was... too much. My time with Pressly had been..both painful and pleasurable in different ways,but it was all over now. There were no hard feelings on my side. It just...needed getting used to.

I had never seen Pressly actually care about someone like that and a part of me thinks he's doing it out of guilt but the other...doesn't. Pressly has always been in control of his emotions and seeing them fly all over the place like that was... different.

Bobby would be good for him. He had been able to make Press open up and be himself. I had no doubt now that Pressly had been repressing his emotions.

He had closed himself off to every possible emotional connection with anyone else,most especially me. Because I'd kept trying.

I don't know if we'd have ever reached the point at which he would've finally opened up to me.That is and will always remain a what if. Just another question to add to the pile of questions without answers.

I didn't love Pressly. But did he or did he not love me? We hadn't really addressed that elephant in the room and I wasn't sure if he would tell me anything. He never has.

It had been too..easy..letting him go...that's how I knew that my feelings for him were no more than need and want for comfort and ...company. Maybe I'd have gotten there,eventually,but it hadn't happened yet and in a way I was glad that it hadn't.

I wouldn't have been able to take heartbreak. I know it. Bobby was strong as hell. Hell,Bobby was ...also part of the reason why I didn't blame Pressly for not letting go of whatever he was holding on to because...Bobby was precious.

Just a day around him and I'd felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He had this aura around him that made you feel...safe and warm. He was dangerous,and he didn't even know the half of it.

He was constantly throwing around slurs and cursing at people but I couldn't help but wonder if it was his subconscious helping in distancing him from close bonds that could potentially hurt him. Okay,that's just silly.

He was sweet. In an aggressive way.

I couldn't help but feel  a bit miffed, however, because I felt like... Pressly had just used me as a rebound and now—

"You're zoning out again." I rested my head on the edge of the table and sighed deeply. "Leave me alone." I mumbled. Bobby just hummed and snorted.

"Right. Tell me what's wrong with you—now." I just sighed." Oh c'mooon you were supposed to help me,not sulk and fuckin'—" he mumbled a curse under his breath." You know what? You should've just declined if you didn't want to help me. Just - forget it."

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I felt rather than saw him throw the recipe book on the table before I heard him walking away. Why am I like this ? I sighed. I stayed down for a while before I lifted my head back up and saw that Press had made his way in here without my knowledge.