Because Of Her.

86 | ... like I do.

These Florida chapters are really long compared to anything I've wrote till now in this sequel. This one is also quite long. There's so much to cover so I try to write most of it. I'm so pumped for the upcoming chapters. Especially the wedding one. (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

P.S : We had some guest over for past one week at our place and I hardly got enough time to go over the editing part. I am just happy that I managed time in between to write this chapter so bear with all the errors.

L I A M

We arrive at her place as she parks the motorcycle at side. Throughout the ride my mind was stuck at the top of Ferris wheel into the conversation that we had.

There was so many things that I wanted to tell her but once she revealed how she doesn't trust me but do care about me. I got tongue tied. How do you answer when someone say something like that to you? I got happy hearing that she cares about me still. At least I wasn't wrong there but when she added about the trust part none of that happiness matters. Because without trust there is nothing.

It's like you care about a vicious animal getting hurt, you care enough to get the treatment to heal the wounded part but you don't trust it enough to be around you because in the end it's vicious. It can hurt you; it's their nature after they get alright.

The similarity I created gets lost once I put myself in that animal position. I am an animal to Rose, aren't I? She will continue to care for me if I do get wounded or injured but when I am not helpless she won't come near me...because she doesn't trust me. Because I am not safe for her. Safe enough to have me around her, to be with me.

"You can get down, we are here." Rose pulls me out from my thought and I blink seeing we are parked in her garage. Wait weren't we outside a few minutes back? Since when she drove us here?

I get down from behind her and see her silently putting the motorcycle on main stand before shifting it on side. She picks a cover and drapes it over the vehicle leaving the silencer part uncovered due to how hot it is. I watch her working around not looking at me until she finally turns and meets my eyes.

We stare at each other until she is the one to look down. She crosses to leave from garage until I grab her wrist. I don't turn around neither she makes any attempt to remove her wrist from my hand. The sudden urge to hold her wrist like this forever because I am afraid if I let go of her today, she won't ever come back. For some reason I feel scared, scared to face her so I decide to not turn around.

"What you said on Ferris wheel about how you don't trust me...is that your way of telling me to give up? On you—on us." I dare to ask and hear her taking a long sharp breath.

"Let me ask you something. How long it took you to trust me despite your own trust issues?" She asks and I still.

She walks in front of me so she can see my face. I remain silent and see her sighing again.

"It's easy for you to talk about chances and forgiveness when you haven't trusted me enough. It took you so long to trust me, hell you didn't even trust me until the end. You were always on edge whenever there was someone around me, thinking I might cheat on you."

"I told you, why I used to think that but trust me after that I never think about you like that. I knew you wouldn't do that." I cut her off, my tone desperate.

"Okay, how about we reverse the situation." She begins after a minute. "Then you tell me would you forgive me so easily, if I went behind your back and had sex with Dylan—will you be able to hold your anger at bay?"