Nothing But You [COMPLETED]

Tell Me, and I'll Kiss You

She thought about saying no, about staying in the house and trying to sleep and work out everything. But as she stared at him, his eyes glued to hers, his arms folded, ready to drive her somewhere just so they can be alone and possibly talk about all this, she thought about what Tris said. Brad was under a question mark, and avoiding him wouldn't make her realise why that was.

She nodded.

It would be easier to admit her own feelings if they talked, right?

When she stepped towards him, he took that as her answer and he spun on his heel and headed to the door. He already had his shoes on, so he left the house straight away, leaving the door open for her to follow. She shoved her trainers on, and rushed to join him by his car. He got in the driver seat, which immediately felt weird to her, seeing as she usually drove them, but she got in the passenger seat nonetheless.

Once she clicked her seat belt in place, he peeled out of the driveway.

She didn't say anything for a few minutes, just seeing where he was taking her, but he seemed to be aimlessly driving. His eyes were staring at the road as though it might disappear if he blinked. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight that she could see some of his knuckles turning white.

She had no idea what to say. No idea how to break the ice. So she decided not to. He was the one 'kidnapping' her, he could start the conversation.

Eventually, after fifteen minutes or so, he pulled up on the side of the road in a lay-by. She didn't recognise her surroundings, but it looked eerily familiar to where she picked him up from in the middle of the night.

He turned the engine off.

They sat there in silence.

Then she heard him shift in his seat, and her heart sped up, knowing he was about to talk.

"What did you talk to Tris about?" He said, his voice croaky from lack of use. The question surprised her. It was not the first thing she expected him to ask.

"Umm..." She cleared her throat. "We talked about you." She replied, staring down at her fingers as she fiddled with them.

"Me?"

"Yeah about... This. Us."

"Why didn't you talk to me?"

She looked up to see him frowning at the steering wheel.

"I just... needed someone else's opinion."

"Instead of the person involved?" He asked.

"Yes, so that I could work out what to say to the person involved."

"What did you decide?" He said as he turned to face her.

She breathed in at his loaded question,

"I haven't decided much." She whispered. He just laughed, a mirthless, empty laugh and ran his hands over his face.

"And you say I'm the one playing games."

That made her angry.

"I'm not playing games." She growled.

"Then what do you call this? I told you how I felt, kissed you, you kissed me back, then ignored me, then we all but fuck in your bed and you're still not sure?" He hit the steering wheel with his fist and stared out of his window.

She thought for a few seconds before responding.

"I know. I'm sorry." She heard him scoff. "I am! There's...a lot of things in the way. A lot of things that stopped me from looking at you that way. The next thing I know, you're telling me you like me. It's a lot to process in one go, and I've been trying to work it all out so that I don't lead you on."