I'm Still Breathing

seven

I arrive back to Jamie's apartment, same as it is as I left it. I walk inside and still, Jamie hasn't arrived yet. I sigh and walk to the closet to change to more comfortable clothes. I plop down on the bed and rest, tired of waiting.

My eyes flick to the picture on the bedside table, a picture of Jamie and I and a picture of Ashley, Logan, and I when they were still together. I sigh and painful memories drive into my mind that made me furious at myself.

Why would I do such a horrible thing? I should've pulled back before his lips touch mine, but the question is, why did I enjoy it?

I know I'm crazy, but that weird feeling that radiated off my body when I kissed Logan hasn't appeared when I kiss Jamie. It was so different, unique, but I should've been thinking this because I already cheated on Jamie.

Shit.

What will Jamie say? Will he kill Logan, or me? What will he do to me that will hurt me?

With thoughts running back and forth in my mind, I drift off with a frown etched upon my face.

***

I feel kisses peppering on my neck, like feathers tickling me. My eyes flutter open and turn around, seeing Jamie with his disheveled hair and that cocky smirk that he wears. A smile forms in my lips, surprised that he's still here early in the morning. He's always gone when I wake up and we only see each other in work, which is rare with the busy schedule that we both have.

"Good morning, beautiful," his voice is raspy and hoarse that makes me think that he's been drinking again. He doesn't have the hoarse voice every morning and with the red eyes that he has, he's been drinking.

"Good morning, jerk," I simply reply, ignoring my conclusions with him.

"What did you do last night?" He asks, playing my hair.

"Jamie," I suddenly say. Guilt rushes to my veins and I couldn't stop it anymore. It's still making me fill with regret and sadness, and I couldn't keep it anymore. "I know that you'll be angry, but-"

"Beth," his voice is stern and he furrows his eyebrows. He props himself using his elbow and looks at me, straight in the eye. "Don't tell me that you're breaking up with me."

"No!" I immediately exclaim, touching his cheek. He tries to pull away from my hand, but he gives in and tilt his cheek closer to my hand. "I love you, of course. It's just that-"

"What happened?"

"LoganandIkissed!" I immediately say, covering my mouth afterwards as if the words I said were poison. I watch his face turn into a hideous shade of red.

"Fucking dick!" He exclaims, sitting up.

"It was just a kiss, a harmless accident," I defend. I stop with movements from standing up, grabbing with arm and pulling him back to the bed. He shakes his head and it makes me frown. I stand up and walk to the direction his facing, covering his view. I look at him and painfully, I walk to him and crash our lips, catching him off guard.

He doesn't try to pull back and kisses me back as if my lips was his only supply of oxygen. I sit on his lap and he kisses my neck. He sucks hard causing me to moan loudly. I grind myself to his body and I feel his erection growing in response. He lies down, pulling me with him, and rolls over me, pinning me body. He pins my body using his hips. I moan and he takes off my sweater.

"Ms. Stacy, why aren't you wearing a bra?" He teases, making me smirk in response. Well, make up sex would be the thing.

"You always know what I want," he growls, ripping my underwear and bra from my body.