Doors open.

MATTHEO'S POV- Its not real.

I don't know what came over me, to be completely honest.

But somewhere between her absolutely cursing me out, and telling me she hated me, I had already made up my mind that she wasn't walking away from me this time.

I couldn't let her.

Not again.

So, I pinned her against the wall, put one of my hands on her lip, and the other wrapped around her hair.

I just wanted to feel her.

Her hands still laid across my chest, but she didn't push me away.

I missed her.

And I needed her to see that.

And the only way I could make her see that, was to kiss her.

Her lips were just as soft as I remembered, and she instantly melted into my touch. As if she'd been waiting for this moment, as if she wanted me to do this all along. I felt her hands relax against my chest, her fingers uncurling as she let go of her anger and resentment.

I wanted her to feel it, to know that I was all in, that I wouldn't let her go again.

I've never been good at words. Explaining my feelings. Fuck, I never thought I loved anything until I watched her walk away from me. But if I could just show her. Show her how much I need her, how much I miss her.

I tried to block out her thoughts, but they were too loud. She hated me. She loved me. She was shocked. She hated me. She missed me.

Pain and pleasure collided as our lips crashed together. The anger and hatred she felt towards him only seemed to talk through the kiss.

I needed more of her.

I waited too long for her.

I pushed her against the wall harder, and grabbed her tighter, and she couldn't help but do the same.

She wanted me again.

I got my girl back.

As our lips finally broke apart, she looked up at me with an expression I had never seen before.

For the first time, I couldn't read her.

Her shields came crashing back down.

Fuck.

"Let me go," she demanded, her voice low and even.

I gripped her tighter, but didn't move to release her.

I couldn't.

"No," I said, "I'm not going to let you go again. I'm not going to lose you again."

"I'm not yours to lose anymore, Matt." She whispered.

Her words were like a punch to the gut, and I felt my grip on her loosen slightly.

I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to accept it.

But as I looked into her eyes, I saw the truth there.

She didn't want me.

She didn't want this.

But something in my head wasn't going to fucking accept that.

"You don't mean that, pretty girl." I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "you'll always be mine, you're just still so angry with me," I whispered, "I know I made mistakes, horrible mistakes,
but can't you see that I'm trying to make it right? Can't you see that I'm willing to do anything to get us back?"