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30. trust issues

George POV

We were sitting there for two hours now. After finishing the movie we had chosen, I fell asleep and fell onto him. That's everything I could remember.
I woke up after a while to a loud knock. I winced and found myself with my head on Clay's lap and his hand on my head. I startled and sat up while looking at Clay in shock.
"It's fine, it's fine", he whispered while waving his hand slowly, "come, lay back down."
"What was that knocking?", I whispered back without changing my position.
"It's fine, just forget it", he said in such a calm voice.

"Is there someone on the door?", I asked scared and moved closer to him.
"George, I told you it's fine"
"But how do you know that?"
"Whoever it is, they won't be able to hurt you, I'm here", he grabbed me by my shoulder and pulled me into his arm.
I looked up to him with raised eyebrows.
"You are quite sure of the protector role, huh", I scoffed.
"Okay, so, if someone bad is behind that door and wants to hurt you, would you be able to protect yourself?", he looked down to me with raised eyebrows.
"Of course", I huffed.

Then he let go of me and pushed me back, so I fell with my back onto the couch.
"Then protect yourself, go on", he said while slowly crawling over me. Oh, so he wanted to play now, he could have that. He was already on the way up to my head when a shiver ran through my body again.
"C'mon, show me what you got. Slap me, push me away. Protect yourself", he smirked while getting closer and closer.
I started crawling backwards, but the sofa soon ended and I started trying to push him away with my feet, but he held them and pushed them down.

When he was almost completely over me, I reached out with my arm, saying "You asked for it" and swang a slap in his face. But I never hit him, he stopped my hand by holding it tight and pressed it next to me on the sofa. Fuck. I kept trying to stop him, but every time he was able to stop me or evade me. Suddenly, his hand was on my neck, in this choking position, but he never squeezed it.
"Gotcha", he whispered with a smirk and came with his face close to mine.

"Come on, if there would be a bad person, I could just run away", I complained.
"Hmm, well...no", he said and went closer to my lips.
"Do I taste that good that you use every opportunity to kiss me", I giggled with a lip bite.
"Maybe", he smirked and kissed my lips softly.
It was actually a really lovely kiss, I had expected he would be rough again, but I liked the kiss he gave me.

I took the chance in which he was distracted for a brief moment and wrapped my arms around him. I turned to the side and pushed him off the couch. He looked pissed at me lying on the floor. Then I stepped over him and sat down with a grin.

"Now I got you", I said solemnly.
When he began to lick his lips and lay his hands behind his head, I gave him a confused look.
"Did you realize what you were even doing there Georgie?", he said with a sexy, deep voice.
Then I looked down and saw that I was directly sitting on his...yk.

I turned bright red and immediately dismounted, what made Clay laugh.
"George, you don't have to be embarrassed", he said, standing up, "You looked good from this sight." Then he smirked again. That only caused me to get much redder. I turned around and covered my face. Clay wrapped his arms around my waist and let his head rest on mine with a cute giggle.

Then there was it again, the loud knock on the door. I looked up to Clay who let go of me and started to glance angrily in the direction of the door.
"Stay here", he ordered while pointing on the couch. Then he walked out of the living room and I guess probably to the door. I heard it slowly opening.

"What do you want?", Clay said pissed.
"Clay...", a masculine voice said calmly.
"What? Why are you here? Did you miss me?", Clay asked, still pissed.
"What the hell man?!", the voice suddenly grew much louder.
"What the hell what?"
"Okay, can you please tell me what the fuck you want now? You fucking kissed George. GEORGE! What's wrong with you?!"
"And now? What are you gonna do about it?", Clay provoked.
"No one of us likes that. You could get in big trouble."
"And if so, you don't know anything about me. None of you does", he said, now a bit sadly.

"So, this is your plan? Fuck your victim?"
Then I heard a loud slap, followed by somethings falling to the floor.
"Fuck off, bastard!", Clay yelled.
"No!", the guy screamed back.
That's when I heard a cough and groaning, most likely triggered by one or more blows.
"Leave!", Clay yelled again.
"Yeah, make out with OUR toy again!", the guy eventually shouted before the door got slammed.

I looked shocked at Clay when he came back into the room with an expressionless face. He came up to me and put his hand on the side of my neck while his thumb caressed my jawline. He leaned his forehead against mine before kissing it. I wanted to say something, but this guy's sentences kept going through my head.

'Fuck your victim', 'You fucking kissed George', 'make out with our toy'...what the hell?
"You're not my victim or toy", Clay whispered with his lips on my head, "At least not anymore."
"Ar- are you taking this seriously?", I eventually asked, "Or is this just another mood change now?" I backed away from him and looked at him with tears in my eyes.
"What? George, I love you!", he came up to me again and wanted to hug me, but I took more steps back.

"George?", he breathed heavily.
"How can you proof that I can trust you?", I eventually asked expressionless.
Clay looked at me thoughtfully before answering me: "I can't give you any proof. And I know there is no reason why you should trust me,...but...", he looked down, "I can't think about anything else than of you." Then he slowly began to walk towards me again.

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