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Chapter 8

"You are drunk. Stop that." Ewan swatted my hand away from his cheek. I felt slightly more embarrassed. I looked down and stared crying again. I'm a complete mess. What's wrong with me. Just then someone scooped me up, and had me bridal style, and I looked and it was Ewan.

Neil walked towards us after minutes of watching and not doing anything. Neil almost looked angry until he saw I wasn't in distress.

"Hey she's hot, the things I'd like to do to her in that state." Some dude whispered as Ewan was carrying me towards the entrance. Then something I never thought I'd see, Tom punching a guy. Tom punching a guy.

"What is he doing?" I was still slurring my words but it didn't render me blind. I kept my eyes over Ewans shoulders as we walked further away. Tom looked towards us and our eyes met, he looked good when he was angry.

"Don't worry about it. I need to get you home." As soon as the cold air hit me I was gone. I just remember grabbing Ewans arm and I was done for.
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I woke up, not the peaceful wake up I do every morning, the painful one. My whole body hurt and I had no idea why. I really needed some coffee. I climbed out of bed but I tripped on something, or more like someone, I was scared.

I could tell by his shoulders it was Ewan, laying on the floor fast asleep. I stared at him for a while, admiring his features, so much so I had forgotten all about my coffee.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me like a creep?" His arms were crossed over his chest and he opened both eyes to look at me.

"Why'd you stay? Aren't you mad at me?" He sat up with a sigh, an almost defeated one.

"You asked me to stay, you said it would make you feel safe so I did. And for the record I don't hate you..." he stood up and walked towards my bed. "Can I?" I nodded and he sat next to me.

"Then why have you been ignoring me, and making jabs at me in the Groupchat?" My eyes were more focused on his movements and his breaths. He was nervous.

"I'm sorry, I honestly didn't think you'd notice. I like you, I've always have. Now I'm not asking for a chance-" he was mid sentence when I kissed his cheek.

I know I'm a hoe, but a single girl has to go out and explore you know. I'm not tied down yet.

He stared at me, then at my lips. I probably looked like such a mess. Until he kissed me back then all my thoughts and senses flew with the wind. I couldn't think straight, his right hand was in my hair holding me in place, while his other hand was rested on my thigh, it was completely still.

The kiss was great, I felt wanted. And not in a lustful way, I felt a genuine want. I tried to hold him as close to me as possible, is this my happy place? Was I happy? Did he make me happy?

He pulled away from me and looked me in my eyes then down my body, I was still clothed, but it felt like he could see past them. He looked me back in the face and started laughing.

"What's so funny?" His hand was still in my hair and he just stared at me, longingly.

"You look a mess." He still hadn't let me go, not that I wanted him too. For some reason I felt safe with him. Almost at home. I tried to lean in for another kiss but he pulled away from me. His hands retreated back to his side and he stood up with a cough. "I have to go Amara. I'll see you very soon."

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What was wrong with me? I kissed her. For the first time I kissed her. Then I freak out and run away? What is happening to me?

I wanted to tell her how much I hated her, she was like cancer, a deadly disease that once you kill it, if you wait long enough will always come back.

I didn't know how else to explain my feelings for her. She was one of a kind. An Angel sent from the deepest pits of hell to antagonize me and my desires. If I don't marry her my bloodline will continue to call her name for generations. See? I'm going absolutely insane thinking about this woman.

I want to make her happy, to keep her safe. My one deepest desire, my only want. She slipped away with Harry, with Tom. Speaking of Harry.

How could she not be what he wants, she's beautiful, stunning, out of this world amazing and he doesn't want her? I'd kill for her to want me like she wanted him. He just threw that away? Figures.

Now Tom, that jerk. He locks himself in a room with her and 30 minutes later she comes out clutching her chest? What's that about? I trusted him to keep her safe, me and Tom are one in the same. Literally we both have the same taste in women. We've been chasing this one women for as long as we want to remember.

Everyone before her is irrelevant. She's the reason I've stayed where I am, since that table read I've never been able to get her off my mind, and there I was in her room. Her lips on mine and I blew it.

Was I rambling? Why are my thoughts like this.

I finally escaped her house, the fresh air was enough of what I needed to register what just happened and what I just did. I rejected her.

I walked towards the gate and waited for it to open, when it did I decided to walk to my house to punish myself for what I did.