Falling For Insanity

Use Your Fists

Chapter Twenty Seven
   Eric's POV

Despite Blake's ambitious attempts to keep Rosie and I from spending any time alone together and me pulling a gun on her earlier...

Here Rosie Mae stands in a empty room at a party on Christmas night...with me.

I knew she would, my sweet Rosie Mae.

Not a thing could keep her from me.

I'm not positive as to why I threatened Rosie like I did. Since everyone has come together and there aren't anymore secrets, that anyone else knows of, I've been on edge.

I'll be honest as to why I've been on edge, testy.

I have to see Rosie Mae all over Blake and Blake all over Rosie Mae even more than I did before. What makes it worse is that Blake now knows about Rosie and I's relationship, whatever relationship that actually is. That worsens things because of the smugness he wears when their public displays of affection are put on display in front of me.

The boy can't help himself. He just has to give me that shit eating grin every time she's in his lap instead of mine.

If only Blake knew how Rosie acted towards me when he wasn't in the room. He'd get a taste of his own medicine and I'll be the first to attest that...it's retched.

On a normal day, maybe I would've just told her to shut up instead of threatening to kill her...but here we are.

"What do you want, Eric?" She asks with those tiny arms crossed over her chest like they always are. "To threaten me some more?"

I smirk. "Why? Would you like that?" I lock all the other people at the party out of the room, ensuring our one on one time.

"It's does...fire me up." She pops the 'p' in the word up.

Something about finishing an execution turns both Rosie and I on. That being when we had our first kiss and the reason for the sexual tension between us right this second.

Her seductive blue eyes painted lightly with makeup peered up at me as mine took in every inch of her beauty.

"Many things do."

She shrugs her right shoulder. "I'm not hard to please."

"Though not too easy either." I add.

A smirk tugged at Rosie's lips. "That depends on who you ask."

I take her in as she makes her way closer to me. Her drunkenness gives a seductive sway about her.

"Would you do it, Eric?" She asks me, trailing light fingers from my shoulder, down to my chest...to fidget with the hem of my shirt. "Pull the trigger?"

Completely disregarding the anger she had towards me when drawing my gun on her, she stares up at me with wanting eyes.

I know the answer she's searching for. Lucky enough for Rosie...

She's about to get it.

"Yes."

Her eyes study mine for a long few moments before she steps even closer, as if daring me to bend down and kiss her. "Is it weird that you saying yes kind of turns me on?"

Those glossy lips tug upward as they part slightly, her perfect teeth peeking from behind them.

"You being turned on by that turns me on, Rosie Mae."

My right hand finds her neck, cupping it as it tilts back so she can look up at me.

"I know what you want to do, Eric..." Rosie says in that teasingly sweet voice. "But don't waste your time trying." She licks her lips, only teasing me further as she denies me any moves to make. "I'm still mad at you."