Wanting What I Shouldn't

Chapter 37

"Go on," I try to shoo Kingston out the door but he stands firmly in the open doorway.

He crosses his arms across his chest, those gray eyes staring down at me "But—" I shake my head at him. He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face.

Once he got in the shower I pulled an outfit out of his closet for him to wear to the club. He needs to go, he deserves some time with the guys to kick back and just hang out.

And now Kingston stands before me with damp black hair, a full white t-shirt, a black leather jacket with black ripped jeans. With black sneakers and some rings with a pocket chain.

"Baby I don't want to go out to a club, filled with girls, without you." He argues.

I cross my arms across my chest, raising my chin in defense "Why? Are you gonna cheat if I'm not there?" I ask, my voice laced with a challenge.

His eyes snap wide, worry swirling in those gray eyes "No! No, mi amor that's not it! I just don't want them approaching me, I don't like it." He states, huffing out a breath of air.

I believe him. I know he wouldn't cheat, not with amount of love he gives me, or the fact that he's getting my hand print tattooed over his heart tomorrow. I see it in his eyes when he says that he would never cheat. I know.

A laugh leaves me and he rolls his eyes "I know sugar, but you need to hang out with the guys! Loosen up, have some drinks and laugh." But Kingston groans in annoyance, but his ears turn pink.

"I don't want to go without you!" He groans out, pinching the bridge of his nose. His chest rises with a heavy breath, "What if I get drunk and then think someone's you and kiss them!? That's cheating!" He retorts, a solid argument.

  I heave out a sigh, "Then you'll just have to apologize to me." I state and he looks at me with a raised brow.

   He looks at me suspiciously "You would forgive me? It's not that easy. It's never that easy." I laugh, stepping closer and playing with the collar on his leather jacket.

   The leather cools my palms, my shoulder stiff but not as much in pain as it used to be. I feel Kingston's eyes on me as I fix the misbehaving collar.

   "Well," I clear my throat "If you get drunk and happen to kiss a girl thinking she was me; yes. I would get upset because someone else got to kiss my man. But." My hands trail down his chest, patting the leather.

   I lift my head, our eyes locking. I give him a sweet smile "You would've kissed her because you thought she was me. And I can't get mad at that. I wouldn't get mad at you." He sighs, his hands reaching out and resting on my hips.

   Our foreheads touch, his gray eyes twinkling "I love you mi amor," he whispers and places a gentle kiss to my lips.

I hum against his soft lips, gently pulling back.

"Kingston! Let's go man!" Liam yells as he jogs up to the front door in a similar outfit as Kingston. Kingston sighs, looking down at me and leaning down, kissing my forehead softly.

"Bye mi amor, we'll be home before 3 am, I promise." He kisses my forehead again, my heart clenching with the sweet gesture.

   Liam smiles and nods at Kingston as he makes his way out the door.

   Liam turns to me with a smile but I reach out and fist my hand in his shirt. My nostrils flare as I stare eye to eye with Liam. Yanking him towards me.

   Liam's eyes widen, slightly confused. "Uh..." he mutters but I shake him a little bit and he shuts his mouth.

   "A girl touches Kingston and I will kill her. Kingston isn't to touch any girl. You make sure he doesn't even think someone else is me." Liam's eyes shoot wide as an itch crawls under my skin.