Just The Alpha's Mistake

8. My other half

(,Jessy's POV)

I watched Taylor's every movement as we sat in my bedroom -him on the edge of my bed and me in the center- drinking coffee and... Well that's it. We haven't done anything! The guy hasn't looked me in the face since we came up here about 5 minutes ago. Am I that repulsive?

He moved forward and placed his mug on the floor and sat back up clasping his hands together otherwise not moving, I leaned over and placed my empty mug on the nightstand and continued to watch the Greek God in front of me.

His jawline was clenching and unclenching for some reason, and it was undeniably sexy. Why? I have no idea!

I guess he felt me gazing intensely at the side of his perfect face because he shot a glance at me, before he looked back at the wall he had been aimlessly having a staring contest with.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, before speaking, "C-could you please put a bigger shirt on?"

Ouch... direct hit to the heart.

"Okay" I said barely above a whisper, so he wouldn't hear the hurt in my voice.

I climbed off the bed brushing my leg against his on the way down. It was an obvious accident, but I saw him flinch away.

I guess I am that repulsive... I felt a hand on my wrist as I made my way over to the dresser. If it's possible for a person to make you weak with the simplest touch, then that's exactly how it felt when Taylor's hand made contact with my wrist.

"Jessy" Taylor said in the softest quietest tone imaginable, if it were not for the fact the room was completely silent I wouldn't have heard him.

"Yeah" I murmured, not meeting his gaze so he couldn't see just how much his words affected me.

"Jessy, look at me... please?" that did it I tore my gaze away from my interesting white carpet to meet his breath taking green eyes... sprinkled with light green flecks... Oh. my. lanta... They held so many emotions it was hard to pick one out. But with my being able to read people I recognized remorse and regret... and something else i couldn't place, that overpowered all the other emotions...Guess I'm not the best people reader after all.

"Don't you ever, ever, for a second, think that you're anything less than perfect. You. Are. Not. Repulsive." I heard the sincerity loud and clear in his voice and now I saw it in his eyes. Wait! I said that aloud? *blush*

"Then why do you want me to put on another shirt?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He chuckled softly, a smirk capturing his lovely lips before he -after what seems like forever- responded.

"Jessy, have you seen your body?"

I blushed not knowing if that was meant as a compliment or an insult. But as I watched his eyes slightly darken and cloud over with lust, I'm guessing that was a compliment.

"I'm an eighteen year old virgin, and you're undeniably, the sexiest girl I've ever met.. you flaunting around in leggings and a tank top is sending my hormones through the roof" I as well as Taylor begin to blush at his little "confession".

I smiled and continued to stare into his eyes in silence, as that emotion I couldn't place, glazed over his eyes.

We stared at each other for what seems like ages before Taylor finally broke the silence.

"Jessy, this is a, um, nice moment, but... I was kind of serious about the shirt" he said after some time, shooting me a goofy smile before finally dropping my wrist.

I giggled and walked to my dresser that contained a bundle of Micheal's shirts. I grabbed a random T and slipped it over my tank top. It came just below my butt so Taylor should be able to calm himself now that I'm covered.