Had To Be You

It's working | Ch: 29

TRIGGER WARNING: I guess you can tell there's gonna be a bunch of steamy stuff ahead. So....

This chapter contains mature content/ sexual themes ahead. Anyone who's not comfortable with it may not procced. Kindly read at your own risk.

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"Evelyn." He rasps. Leans closer. His breath touches my skin. One of his hands slowly wrap around my waist and the other one cups my cheek. His thumb is rubbing my tears. He places small soft kisses on my cheek. "You've no idea how much I've missed you."

His minty breath reminded me of everything we did. All the kisses and everything beyond kisses. But the more I thought of the mesmerizing memories I couldn't stop thinking about his sudden disappearance. and somehow I have this wobbly feeling in my stomach that tells me that there was something more than just visiting his parents. The sudden disappearance, not telling me for once that he's going to see his parents, not answering my texts or calls. Things are just not adding up.

He knew that I'd worry, but something was stopping him from being clear with me. I remember how I'd just wait for his text at the end of the day, and always fall asleep with tears in my eyes. The feeling that I might have lost him, made me cry every damn time.

I was terrified and I tried not to think about it, but nothing seemed to work. I engaged myself in so many activities and every little thing reminded me of him.

"I don't think you did." I tell him, I can't keep it inside anymore. It's eating me up. I pull away and almost choke in tears. "And you have no idea how I felt." I gulp. I am not only hurt, I am mad. But that doesn't stop the water works.

Liam keeps wiping my face, but his hand isn't enough. my eyes have converted into a gad damned fountain now. So he pulls his shirt out. Even though I'm sad I want to touch him, his broad shoulders, strong chest and that blessed body. I'm not sure if that's just another trick to stop me from crying. Whatever it is.

It's working.

It did hold me from crying for a bit. And he starts rubbing my face with his shirt. His perfume almost makes me faint. His strong cologne always flatters me in a very pleasurable and calming way. It just kind of makes me feel safe.

Once he I stop crying and he is is done with the tears, because his presence always makes me feel warm and good about myself. He looks into my eyes, slowly placing a strand of hair behind my ears.

His fingertips teases behind my neck. And he runs his fingers upwards grabbing a handful of my hair. And he tilts my head a little to the back. It doesn't hurt me though. He places a little kiss on my cheek.

Gently. Then two more of those soft pecks a little below the cheek and one little in the corner of the lips before our lips brush against each other's.

His hands releases my hair and now both his palms are cupping my cheeks. He places small kisses on my lips.

He keeps his eyes shut. "I'm sorry. Evelyn. I'm.... really really sorry." he says against my lips my skin. His voice is shaking. He continues kissing me. "Trust me. I had no choice."

For a while there it sounded like he's scared. And I hate it. Maybe it was because he had the same feeling. The way I felt, that I was losing him, he might have felt the same.

I run my fingers through his hair, to console him. "I know. It's okay. You'll be okay."

"No it's not. It's not okay. There's nothing I can do about it. It's.... It's getting worse." My heart starts pounding. I don't even wanna think of what that could mean. Why was it getting worse? What did I do?