Taste Of Her

[11] - backstabbing bitch

Chase

I woke up to silence.

Not the peaceful kind. The heavy, suffocating kind. The kind that crept under your skin and made you restless.

And she was still in my arms.

At some point during the night, she had curled in closer, her face pressed against my chest, her breath warm and steady. Her fingers had fisted the fabric of my hoodie, like she was holding onto me even in sleep.

I clenched my jaw.

I should've moved her. Should've put space between us. Should've reminded myself why I was here in the first place.

But I didn't.

Instead, my grip around her waist tightened.

I was supposed to destroy her. That was the plan.

From the moment I met her, she had been nothing but a problem. A thorn in my side. She challenged me, mocked me, acted like she was untouchable. She looked at me like she saw something no one else did, and I hated it.

I hated her.

Didn't I?

Then why the hell couldn't I let go?

Why did something in me shift whenever she looked at me like I wasn't a monster?

Why did I turn to her when everything else felt like too much?

It wasn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to matter. I was supposed to break her, to make her trust me just so I could tear it all down.

But now, I wasn't sure if I was lying to her—or to myself.

She stirred slightly, her nose brushing against my collarbone, and I went completely still.

Then, a small, quiet sound escaped her lips, and my pulse jumped.

My body went rigid, instincts screaming at me to move. To get up. To put distance between us before it was too late.

But my arms only tightened around her.

I exhaled slowly, fingers curling against the fabric of her shirt.

Just for tonight.

Elyana

He was gone.

Again.

The spot where he had been laying was cold, like he had left a while ago. I stared at it for a moment, my chest tightening with something I refused to name.

I told myself I didn't care.

I didn't.

I forced myself to get up, to push away the lingering feeling of his warmth from last night, to erase the way it had felt to be wrapped in his arms.

By the time I walked into school with Hawa, I had convinced myself it didn't matter, but it was so hard to focus on my thoughts since Hawa kept talking about Diba.

"And you know what she told me? She said that she would never look into your eyes again."

"She said that?" I don't know if I really cared at this point. Diba was overreacting, it's not like ive slept with this guy behind her back.

I mean, I've slept next to him. But that whole different thing!

Plus I didn't want to! I was forced!

Ana shut up, you're just making excuses

"Don't worry about it Ana, I will call her over to my place so both of you can talk." Hawa wrapped her arm around my shoulder as she smiled. "Sure, but I stand by the fact that she's overreacting!"