Possessive Love {Editing}

Chapter 41

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Aliyah's POV

I wake up and my body was covered in sweat. I was now laying on August's chest and his arms are wrapped securely around me. I raise my head slowly to look up at him and he look better than he did yesterday. His skin tone is back to the beautiful high yellow it once was and he looks peacefully. He's snoring light with his mouth slightly open. I couldn't stop a smiling from forming on my face as I lightly traced over his tattoos. After what felt like hours his eyes flutter open and I quickly move my hand.

"Sorry." I mumble with embarrassment.

"Nah, why did you stop? I was enjoying it." His voice heavy with sleep.

"You were awake?" I ask surprise

"Yeah and it felt good too." He smiles and roll my eyes playfully.

He got quiet after his laughter died down. His eyes never left my face and I felt uncomfortable under his intense stare. It wasn't paying attention to him leaning in, that when I finally looked up he was only centimeters away from my face. His eyes traveled down my lips and as he was about to press his lips to mine I turn my head to the side and his lip press slowly to my cheek. He moved back quickly and a look of hurt flash through his eyes.

What the f*ck is wrong with me?

Why did I do that?

"Sorry." I mumbled and he didn't respond. He moves himself away from me and got up off the bed. I look up at him but then immediately look down when I notice the bulge in his sweats. He picks up the blanket off the floor then grab his phone and shirt from the floor.

"I have something things to do so I'll be out for a few hours." He says and he doesn't give me time to reply before he exits the room slamming the door behind him.

Why did I have to do that?

Wasn't this what I've wanted for the longest time??

I knew he was hurt by actions and do be honest I don't know why I did. This is what I had hoped for. Maybe because of everything that happened, I thought I was ready to reconcile things with August but I guess I'm not.

I knew he didn't have to do anything. I knew it was his way of getting away from me because I turned him down once again. Maybe he thought that everything would be fine again..? Why would he think that? And if he did why couldn't he have said something? I hate that instead of talking to me he runs away. Okay, now I'm being a hypocrite. I hate that we talk less and we though we use to argue a lot, I still got to know how he felt or what he was thinking. Memories from the last time August said he had to do something made me worry.

I heard him and his mother talking for a few minutes before I heard the front door close. I sigh plopping back down on the bed in a childish manner. I sigh grabbing my phone from the bedside table to check the time. 8 o'clock appears across the screen and I realize I needed to get up anyways so I push the covers off my body and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed before standing up. I walk over to the window and slightly move the curtain to see that the rain had stopped and it the sun was shining bright. I smile at the beautiful before walking away from the window back to the bed and start making it.