First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 14

ADDISON

I hear the balcony door slide open. I open my eyes and find myself on the couch, with a blanket over me. I check the time. It's around midnight. I get up from the couch and watch Diaz.

He is on the balcony, looking at the night sky, deeply focused on his own thoughts. His signature frown is on display.

I move towards the door and slide it open. Before I can step in I hear him say, "Don't."

I inch my leg forward, but he stops me. "Violet."

He's using our word, but I can't leave him now. We need to talk about this. I take that step in and before the second he stops me again.

"Don't." He turns to me. His eyes are cold, tired and his eyebrows pulled together. He grinds his teeth together and cracks his neck. "Don't even try it."

I shudder from his low tone and shift under the stone-cold look he is giving me.

"I didn't even say anything, Diaz. I think you're overreacting."

I hear his low growl and find his cold gaze changed into a heated one. "You should leave. I don't want you here. You think I want your help? I don't want to get better, so stop trying!" His cruel sneer could've been convincing except I can see the fear in his eyes. The helplessness. And a shimmer of hope all behind that sandstorm of his.

"You're a liar."

His stunned face is all the confirmation I needed, he tries to mask it again with a cold expression, but I already saw it.

I slowly and smugly smile at him.

"You lie to everyone. You lie to yourself. You want to get better, but you keep shielding yourself from doing the right thing. The right thing for you. You keep refusing help and convincing yourself you're this 'bad guy' who deserves bad things to happen to him. You think you are this formidable, damaged, terrifying man, but you are not. You are a great son, the fun uncle and the most caring captain. I met you three days ago, and I think you are the biggest liar in the world. A fraud. Everytime I look into your eyes, I see what you want. The small hope that you could have it, that you change. You are a liar."

"I see you, Aaron Diaz. And you're not a bad guy. You want to get better."

"No." He growls the word. He steps closer "Stop talking."

"You want me to help you."

"Stop. Talking."

"You want to be better for-"

He cuts me off by closing the distance between us, my breath gusting out in shock even as my core spasms from how fast I was mounted to the wall. He holds my two hands together over my head pinning me to the glass door.

"I said no."

One of his hands traces the skin from my wrists, down my arm, to my neck. Every part he touches leaves me covered in hot and cold shivers that run through my belly, I feel my body getting warmer from his touch, and from the way my body reacts to every simple touch he gives me.

He wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes tightly. Electricity charges the air around me, I can feel it dancing on my skin.

"I told you. I am a bad man. I don't say sweet things. I don't do sweet gestures."

He lowers his veiny, tattooed hand and starts unbuttoning my button-up. I can feel my breathing escalate, wet heat pools between my thighs in anticipation.

"Diaz, stop." My raspy voice travels between us carrying so much desire and temptation. I am such a liar. I call him out while I hide the fact that I don't want him to stop. For some reason, I find myself wanting more with Aaron Diaz.