Pain of Discovery (BoyxBoy) [The Pain series Book 1]

Betrayal

[A/N - first of all, I've sooooo sorry that it's taken this long to post another chapter.  Although I knew in my head where this part of the story was going to go, I just couldn't find a way to get the characters there.  I'm still not 100% happy with it, but I hope you guys enjoy it.  Be sure to vote, fan and comment if you like it - I welcome any feedback. ;)]

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I clocked the flame red hair before she'd even set foot in the room, in spite of the dazzling light show that was flooding my vision. Now, Laura stood planted to the floor, her hand resting on the half-opened door and her mouth slightly agape. I thought I could detect a hint of red tinting her neck, but I had been rendered virtually colour-blind by Jesy's warmth and sensual kisses so I couldn't be sure.

Quite some time seemed to pass until Jesy actually realised we were no longer alone. I had tried to speak to warn her of our guest, but the words never got past my burning throat. I wish I could say the same for the snatched gasps and gentle moans that seemed to flutter from my lips at annoyingly more frequent intervals. She'd found my weak spot just along my left collar-bone, and I was virtually having to place all of my weight on her shoulders to stop me from collapsing to the floor.

But I guess my increasingly rigid body and the slight shake from my arms had given the game away, as she had broken off from her passionate assault on my neck to cradle my cheek once again.

"What's wrong, baby?" she purred in a soft and shaky tone, her eyes probing my distracted gaze until she slowly turned and instantly broke off from the tight embrace that it felt like we'd shared for hours.

I suddenly felt naked as the air-con whipped around my tingling body in icy swirls. I was instantly craving the return of Jesy's body on mine, but at the same time I could feel my mind kicking into overdrive, trying to frantically gather up all of the memories from this encounter that had me falling into Jesy's arms and stuff them in a steel safe to be thrown overboard into the deepest, darkest chasm of my inner world.

Laura's eyes probed me for a hint of exactly how she should handle this. I could tell she was embarrassed, and yet there also seemed to be another stronger emotion playing on her face. I struggled to re-do the shirt buttons that Jesy had only moments ago been fumbling to release, but otherwise my legs remained frozen. Finally, Laura took a couple of tentative steps forward and closed the door behind her.

"I... I just forgot my scarf. It can be a bit chilly with all this air-con, y'know?" She reached over the sofa and grabbed her red silk scarf from the coat stand, wrapping it around her neck twice in a loose loop.

I said nothing. I had started fidgeting with the seam of Zak's shirt to try and distract myself from the mess of emotions that were flying around my head. Jesy had obviously noticed this, as she had sidled up to me clasping one of my hands in hers. She was now resting her chin gently on my shoulder but facing away from Laura's prying eyes. I felt so guilty for causing Jesy so much embarrassment. Especially as my mind had finally started to sort out the true feelings that I had to process from the jumble sale in my head.

Jesy is safe. She knows me so well since she is so similar to me. But I can't love her in that way – and I have to stop before I hurt her; before I hurt myself.

I shrugged my shoulder slowly and Jesy raised her head to meet my eyes. I hoped desperately that my look conveyed the correct sentiment, and I was somewhat comforted to see a flash of recognition in her eyes as she gave my hand one final gentle squeeze before shuffling over to the mirrored wall and resting both hands on the wooden counter. She looked so vulnerable as her reflection smiled sweetly back at me, melting my heart just a little more.