Until We Meet Again

Chapter Fifteen | Don't Lie To Me

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I may or may not be avoiding Elijah. I don't know why. I want to talk to him. I want to be with him. But I can't bring my to do so.

It may be the fact that he left me alone the other night when I was ready to beg for him. Or that he's already seen me cry. Seeing me cry takes years of breaking down my walls. And even then, it's a rare occurrence.

I paced up and down the corridor, brain weary yet wide awake. I've worked for the last six years trying to keep people out. And he's ruined it, all in the space of two months.

I can't believe I've let him get this far. My body just submits to him, most of the time I could fight it, and act like I didn't care. But it keeps getting progressively harder as time goes on.

His kind actions make it so hard for me to push him away. If anyone else had said the things he's said to me, I wouldn't believe them for a second. I'd just assume they were using me for something. But somewhere in the back of my mind is telling me that Elijah is telling me the truth.

Well, even if he is telling the truth, I don't deserve him. He's definitely to good for me, yet for some reason, he won't give up. He keeps trying, and someone like me needs that.

I need people to try, I need them to try hard. I'm a difficult person and I know that. And when people try it shows they know that I'm not going to be and easy journey. It shows they are willing to do whatever it takes to get through to me, and I appreciate that. More than you can imagine.

He's made me feel again. He's made me feel happiness. Happiness that you get that makes you forget everything, like it's just you in that moment. And he makes me feel like that, every time I'm with him. So that's why I know I should open up to him.

But it's so hard, and It's going to take time. A long time. And I don't think he will wait that long. So that's why I'm ignoring him.

My pacing had now slowed but it was soon stopped by a muscular arm pulling me through the door to my left.

Hands calloused and gentle. Hold loose but tight enough so I couldn't escape. I was turned and pinned under someone's grip. Caged by a body, a hard chest blocking all my vision.

I was intoxicated by a masculine sent, rich sandalwood, my mind clouded by his power.

"Why are you avoiding me mi amore." His voice was calm, deep with a subtle hint of anger. The warm of his breath caressed my cheek and it's slight minty smell filled my nose.

"Don't call me that." I said, trying to push him away, but he was planted in his position. Not moving for anyone.

"I asked you a question, I expect and answer."