Wait And He'll Be Gone

Chapter 11

My hands fumbled with my keys as Jackson bit at my neck. We finally fell through the door. Shedding each others clothing. Our bodies always attached somehow.

We stumbled up the stairs, our lips pressed together as his hand roamed my skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he placed us on the bed. He quickly turned me over onto my knees.

I woke up the next morning, looking over at the body next to me, his muscled back covered in claw marks. I looked down at myself to find hand prints, bruises all over my, I checked my neck to find a trail of purple stains travelling down to the valley between my breasts. I sat shocked for a minute, then attempted to wake Alex. I gently nudged his shoulder and he turned over.

My lips parted slightly and my cheeks flushed red. I scrambled for clothes and rushed to the bathroom. I stated in the mirror for a long minute. I quickly splashed freezing water over my face, praying that I was mistaken.

I quietly tip toed back to my room. Only to find as I suspected. Dr Jackson Avery, with his lover half barely hidden by my cover.

My breath hitched and my throat closed. My heart pounded against my chest.

I sighed heavily. I knew I had to wake him up. But I could leave that for a while. I trudged downstairs and made some toast. I heard his footsteps on the stairs. I jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you"

"S'fine" I mumbled

"So what's for breakfast?" He smiled.

"Er well I'm making toast but, have whatever you want"

"Yeah toast is good, thanks"

We sat in silence for a while, not really noticing each other.

"Lexie, is their something wrong? Did I do something wrong last night?" He broke the silence.

"No you were perfect" I whispered unwillingly.

"Then why are you so...I dunno quiet?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Alex." I stated, his name tasting like venom swirling in my mouth.

Jacksons mouth formed a perfect 'o' I lifted my eyes to look into his.

"Lexie" his hand reached across the table. "Look, I'm sorry, if you want me to leave..." His voice trailed off.

"No! I mean it would make things less complicated.. But I don't want you to leave Jackson."

"Then I'll never leave" his hand covered mine.

We sat there just talking, but never mentioning the night before, or the future that follows.