Caught In Your Chaos ✓

Chapter Sixty-Four

I walked down the corridor of my dorm, with the memory of moments spent with Jake playing in my mind. Detaching yourself from the heavenly feeling lived even for a moment and falling back to the mundane ways is certainly not very pleasant.

After Jake pulled into the parking lot, he insisted on walking me to my room, but I convinced him otherwise. The frown on his face and the way he looked away from me, gritting his teeth, proved his disapproval. But as I threaded my fingers with him, awarding the back of his hand with a kiss, he finally nodded.

Just as I was about to step out of the car, his fingers reached the base of my head. He pulled me closer to his face. I could feel his uneven breathing against my skin, making my hands slide to his tense shoulders. Every single cell in my body wanted him to take control, but he handed it to me he always did.

"Tell Leah. You were with me," he whispered in my ears. "Tell everyone that you were with me."

It wasn't a statement. It sounded more like a demand.

Before I could counter him, he kissed my forehead, long and hard. The gentleness of his touch was something I still needed to get used to. It might be the thing that could kill me in the end.

"I'm sorry that I make everything so difficult for you," he mumbled against my forehead. "But, Leah deserves to know."

I was silent, speechless with his touch and words too.

His hands glided to my cheeks, and his thumbs brushed them gently. He treated me like I was a piece of rich porcelain, ready to break. He pulled his face away from my forehead to look me in the eyes. "We've got this, Amy."

I looked up at his assuring eyes, and all my doubts dissipated in thin air. 'We've got this, Amy' resonated in my mind, crumbling down any uncertainties that surrounded my heart. That was the moment when we weren't enough, but we were in our chaotic way. I found myself pressing my cheek against his chest and wrapping my hands around him as he placed a long kiss at the top of my head.

"Do you want me to tell her? I should probably apologize to her in case I gave her false hope even though I'm quite positive I never did." He tilted his head back a little to look down at my face.

I could make out the gloominess on his face. He was regretting his actions. That's what he always felt, regret. And somehow, I had also sensed remorse in him.

"Shh! I've got this, Jacob. You can seek your apology later." I pulled myself away from his chest enough to look up while placing kisses on his chin and jaw. Jake's one hand moved to my hair while the other caressed my reddened cheek as soon as my lips touched his throat. God! He groaned.

I bit on my bottom lip to suppress the smug smile breaking through my lips. Even that reaction from Jake was enough to show what impact I had on him. Other girls had so much more to offer to him, yet he was there with me. His eyes closed, and his arms wrapped around me like it was what he needed. And the best part was, he never asked for more. He was willing to take whatever I had to offer.

"Remind me why we didn't kiss in the morning?" He whispered and slowly trailed his eyes on my face. His hand glided up my back until they reached the back of my head while his lips ghosted over my neck.

I squeezed my eyes tighter under the effect of his touch, but my mind traveled back to the question he asked. I tried to dissolve the thought, but it turned insoluble. And before I could contain it, the words escaped my mouth. "Because you were busy moping over the painting."

I knew the impact wouldn't be in words. So that's what happened. Jake's hands stopped so did his breathing for a second before I heard a gasp leave through his lips. Our eyes met, and he showed me how vulnerable those two words were -the painting. We continued to peek into each other's soul, waiting to search for something we both were concealing.