Chloe's POV.
What started out as an innocent kiss has, not surprisingly, become so much more. A pair of lips sucks on the sweet spot of my neck, the only sound in the room besides the quiet buzz of the refrigerator is loud, erratic breathing.
As I crane my neck so Josh's lips will reconnect with mine, our eyes sweep past each other, not locking even for a second. I long for his blue eyes to sparkle at mine, a reassurance of his love for me.
Sick of his passiveness when it comes me, I pull away, holding his face away from mine to speak,
"Say it..."
With a sigh, Josh pushes my hair out of his face. When he doesn't say anything, I shift, looking down at him from my straddled position on his lap. The water purifier in the fridge makes a clunking noise as new ice is formed.
"Come on, you know I love you.." His blue eyes seem to be distracted by something in the background as his mouth forms the words. I cross my arms across my chest, leaning farther away, but not bothering to brush my messy hair behind my ears,
"Not good enough."
"I love you."
"Much better," I coo, my lips forming a smile as they rejoin with his.
All else continues as usual, until my fingers find the hem of Josh's blue v-neck tee, brushing against the smooth, defined muscles of his stomach.
"Hey, Chlo..." The clearness of his voice startles me, not even a bit raspy or husky.
He sits up a bit, fixing the wrinkles in his clothes, "Do you mind if we talk?"
I nod, "Yeah, sure."
"Like... without you straddling me."
"Oh, yes. Of course." I quickly get up and take a seat of the chair next to his.
"What is it?"
Josh goes silent, which causes my stomach to spin, my head to throb, and my heart to fly to my throat in an innocent. He's looking down at the ground, as if fascinated by the tile of the kitchen floor. But the look on his face when his eyes meet mine is what makes me feel like I'm going to be sick. Regret, resentment...
But that look snaps away and is quickly replaced by cheeky smile.
"Actually... never mind," he shakes his head, and gets up from his seat to grab my hand, which he kisses softly.
"I love you."
