finding me while loving you

part 30

Demi's POV

Grace popped up and ran up the stairs. I could tell by the way that she was crying that she was incredibly worked up, and this was becoming so big.

I quickly ran up the stairs after her, and she was in our bedroom. She was still pacing, crying uncontrollably.

"I didn't mean that. I'm not done." She spoke quickly, still pacing back and forth. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Not at all."

I sat down on the bed, watching her walk back and forth.

"God, fuck, I didn't mean that. I'm doing exactly what I asked us not to do. I'm being toxic and having toxic outburst and it's not fair to you and I'm sorry and I didn't mean it."

"Gracie - "

"I'm going to ruin us. I'm ruining us cause I can't get ahold of my god damn emotions." She was crying so hard I could barely understand her.

I stopped trying to talk and I grabbed her hand, pulling her down onto the bed. I laid back, pulling her with me. I made her lay completely on top of me. Thankfully she didn't resist or fight it. She put her face in my neck, immediately soaking it with her tears.

"I didn't mean it, Demi." She sobbed. And I mean, sobbed. Her body was completely shaking, her chest moving up and down at a rapid speed, nose sniffling, and could barley catch her breath. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, bringing my hand to her head, rubbing her scalp, then dragging my fingers through her hair. I would use my nails to lightly caress her head, go down the back of her neck, then all down her back. I was doing just about anything to make her calm down.

"I love you so fucking much." I whispered in her ear. "You're the love of my life, Gracie Blu. Nothing's ever going to change that."

I kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear until eventually her breathing leveled out, and sobs weren't taking over her body anymore.

"I didn't mean it, Demi." She whispered again.

"I know you didn't, baby. I really know."

I kept holding her close, rubbing all over her, doing anything to keep her relaxed.

"I love you, Gracie."

"I love you, too. I'm sorry." She said with so much sadness in her voice.

"Are you ready to talk? Or do you want to lay here a few more minutes?"

"Can we make out?"

I laughed out loud at her request, in shock that she asked to make out after that huge blow out of a reaction. I didn't know if she was being serious or not.

"I'm serious, Dems. I just miss you so much and I want your attention and I miss being close to you and I want to feel your -"

I cut her off, capturing her sweet lips in mine. I kissed her long and hard, then starting to move our lips more rhythmically. Her tongue traced my bottom lip, causing me to open my mouth. She slide her tongue in so gracefully, then sucking on my tongue. I let out a moan, and surely realized how much affection we truly lacked these two days. I know I missed her so much, but actually giving each other the physical attention made me realize how much our relationship is based off physical affection, and even two days is a long time for us to go without it.

Grace got off of me and laid right next to me. She put her leg over my waist, which I brought my hand up to her soft skin, running my nails over it. She brought her hand to the back of my neck, ever so lightly scratching her nails on my skin. Her soft lips found their way to mine again, and I didn't hesitate to kiss her back.