A stiff pull on my shirt causes the fabric to make a tearing noise, followed by hands on my waist and the quick breeze of being pulled back. All was drowned out by my sharp breathing.
I sit on the floor, unsure as I look into his eyes, shocked out of what had happened. At the probability.
I sob into his shoulder, not knowing of another way to speak of what I feel.
He pulls me to him, nodding and tangling his fingers through the back of my head, understanding.
"Shh, it's okay baby"I feel the pressure of his shaking hand around me, the other fumbling through my hair. Out of control as if he had just experienced death himself.
He keeps me into his grip, and I feel his heavy breaths, his desperate sighs of relief as we rock slightly. I cry harder, harder at the expense of being able to loose everything that easily.
"Please don't ever fucking do that again Emily" His voice breaks.
I breathe in sharply, taking gasping, shaky breaths as I calm down.
"Im sorry" I whisper.
Pulling away, I watch him with puffy eyes. Tears escape his own at my expense, his eyes a much deeper brown than before.
"Youre crying..." I stumble
"I love you"
"Dont cry..." I feel tears building up, breaking the seams of my eyes and spilling down my cheeks "Because I'll cry and-"
He smiles at the situation, pulling me back to his grip.
"Im sorry""God" I sniffle, my stuffy nose muffling my voice.
"I don't know what the hell I was doing""I dont know just please-promise me, not ever again okay?"
"Yeah" I nod. Pulling away, I wipe my face with my arm.
He watches me, consuming me within his arms again. The room drowns in silence, neither of us knowing what to say.
"Im staying here tonight" he speaks
"No... look I won't be able to go if my parents catch you here"
"Considering the circumstances I think they won't mind-"
"No dont- don't tell them, please?"
He searches my face of desperate begging for a minute, tugging at his lips between his teeth.
"Alright. Im at least staying until you fall asleep okay? I don't want to leave you"I push his hair back with my fingers, still shakey from moments before.
"Okay" I speak softly.He helps me up from the floor, I watch him as his eyes search my arms, silently looking at me up and down tentivly.
"Jace its not like that"
"You're sure?"
"Yes" I sigh "Im sure"
He nods lightly, shutting my window as I slowly get into bed.
He lays next to me, I shift in the dark to place my arms around him. He puts his around me, tightly gripping my body, scared.
My mind drifts off, catching slightly as Jaces whispered voice spaces through the quiet room.
"Do you have an alarm for tomorrow?"
I shake my head dispite the dark surroundings.
"Didnt think so" He chuckles slightly, his voice still rushed with worried adrenaline.

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working with jace {jace norman}
Fanfiction[completed] ac•tor noun 1. a person who behaves in a way that is not genuine. ❝ 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨...