Still in Love With You.

Chapter Eleven - I Don't Want to Live Without You.

Gabriel Sommers...

Something about her anger radiated within me – turning me into a beast. An animal that I was powerless to fight.

Instinct had driven me to follow her, telling myself that I was merely checking that she was ok but the truth was, I couldn't stand it when she wouldn't look at me. The way she ignored me was bordering on torture because I needed her more and more with every passing second. I am caught in her web all over again.

And if getting her mad was the only way to gather her attention then I would be a bastard and push her buttons because I would rather face her ire than have nothing of her at all. I am on a slippery slope; I know I am yet I just can't seem to stop myself. I didn't want to stop myself.

I've already had a taste of her. I've already reignited the spark that simmers between us. There was no walking away now. There was no chance of us being a one and done type of deal. Once was never going to be enough. And it took the death of my best friend to truly realise it. Life is far too short and I am not going to fight this. I can't. Even if I wanted to because my addiction was once again complete and I was desperate for another hit of my girl.

Hearing her say that she wouldn't know what to do without them and then I love you, had me reeling.

Was she seeing someone else?

Panic took over and more insults fell from my mouth. I couldn't seem to be able to stop myself. I watched the truly beautiful transformation of rage taking over her body as she stalked straight up to me and poked her finger into my chest as she spat at me. "I am your nothing! I am just some silly little clingy girl who thought you were a man of honour but you're not. You are just like every other male out there, looking out for number one and the easiest way to get his dick wet, more fool me for falling for it but never..." I would have laughed if it hadn't turned my cock to granite under my kilt.

Once again, instinct took over as I snatched out wrapping my fingers around her defined hips and whirled around the side of the building, out of immediate view should anyone come outside. Pushing her against the wall and cupping that gorgeous face in my hands, tilting her head to the right angle and then stamped my lips to hers. Pouring all of my emotion, hurt and grief into her, using her my own personal confessional without having to say the words.

There was a beauty to this that was tinged with a sense of macabre. Beauty in the midst of grief and devastation that I wanted to tether to myself for the rest of time.

It took her a few moments before she responded and when she did, her hands clawed up my chest, further up and into my hair where she tugged, pulling me from her lips and not even a second later she slapped me straight across the face. "You don't get to talk to me the way you did earlier and then come crawling to me like you need me-"

"I do need you. I always need you and I hate it. I hate that I can't get over you. I hate that you are here with another man and I hate that you are going to leave again but none of that can stop this need inside of me for you...only you!"

"Only me? You are full of shit..."

"No. I. Am. Not!" I growled stepping back into her space where she sucked in a breath feeling this connection between us simmering with a need to be surrendered to.

"Really? So, you split up with Beth?" Her expression was one of triumph because she saw the moment that I stumbled.

Of course she was right. I still had Beth and I wouldn't get rid of her over something so fleeting but that didn't stop me from wanting Roxanna. Nothing could stop that and I could now admit that to myself. I could see this connection to her as incomplete, we never really got closure on us because I had been too hurt when I found out that she was leaving that I didn't even say goodbye.