A light gust of air brushed past me, causing goosebumps to arise on my skin. Taking a moment to blink my eyes and adapt to the lighting, I shifted over to the side a bit, my gaze soon landing on a peaceful looking Justin, sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling in a neutral manner.
Giving a light smile, I leaned over slowly trailing my fingers gently against his cheek, feeling my stomach churn. How could someone so beautiful turn out to be so ugly on the inside?
Sighing, I carefully sat up in bed, shifting my legs so that they hung off of the bed before pressing them to the cold hardwood floors. Pushing my weight on to them, I hesitated the moment I stood up, turning to make sure I didn’t wake Justin.
I felt my breath hitch the moment he began to stir though I immediately calmed down the second he turned on his side, still completely asleep.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I slowly and carefully began tip toeing across the room until I met with sight of the balcony that was attached just outside the room. Sliding the door open, I stepped out into the fresh morning air, closing the door softly behind me.
The light cool breeze that whisked its way through me, simultaneously made me smile. It was times like these that made me happy, serene. . . Calm.
Walking over to the railing that trapped the semi circle shape of the balcony to keep anyone from falling merely a few feet to the ground, I laid my fingers against the metal, the cold material immediately sending a chill down my spine.
A few moments passed before I heard the sliding door open and close swiftly in the time span of five seconds. I restrained from turning around, already knowing who it was as I continued looking ahead.
I bit down on my lip once I felt his presence behind me and without even saying a word, his arms wrapped around my slim waist, pulling me close to him so that I was pressed against him, his chin laying on my shoulder, his eyes scanning the area in front of him, not bothering to look my way.
Smiling in content, a million memories flashed in my head from all the times he did this in the past, back before he turned into someone she couldn’t control nor recognize.
“Hey,” I whispered, breaking the silence that fell amongst us. I immediately felt my throat dry causing me to swallow and clear my throat quietly.
“Hey,” Was all he could muster, his hazel eyes still staring ahead, his expression solemn as if he were thinking hard about something.
I awkwardly stared out before me as well, feeling my stomach flutter in an unknown feeling, my heart beat accelerating just a bit. “Did I wake you?” I finally tore my gaze from the scenery before me, turning my attention towards him.
Shaking his head, he turned to look at me and in that moment, I felt butterflies muster its way into me. “No.” He mumbled slightly, keeping his eyes on mine, our gaze intensifying as we just stood there, merely looking at one another.
Reaching out, I didn’t know why, but I felt the need to touch him. To feel his warmth and love. . . To bring myself back to how things were a year ago. Brushing the tips of my fingers against his cheek that had been a bit rough form the stumbles forming. Trailing them from his cheek to the outlining of his jaw, I bit my lip.
He merely continued to look at me, his eyes wide, a hidden desire in them. Not even as much as a hint of what he was about to do, he dipped his head low, his eyes closing as his perfect plump lips laid against mine.
It took my a while to comprehend what was going on before my lips began to move in sync with his. Shifting so that I faced him, I cupped his cheek in the palm of my hand, pulling him even closer as he dripped my waist in his hands.
Squeezing my hips, I moaned a bit as our bodies pressed against one another’s immensely. Licking my bottom lip, I happily obliged, opening my mouth at the same time he slipped his tongue inside. I turned my head more to the right, intensifying the kiss as he now slid a hand up from my waist, grasping the side of my neck.
Instantly, I pulled away, fear illuminating within me. Blinking several times, I tried to regain my normal breathing rate, furrowing my brows together to contemplate what had just happened.
Looking up, I saw the mixture of hurt and sadness run through his features. Digging his a hand deep into one of his pockets, he took a step forward, his free hand gently and slowly cupping my cheek.
“I’m n-not going to hurt you.” He whispered, his voice breaking in the midst of speaking.
I opened my mouth to speak before gently closing it, confused at to what happened. When suddenly, realization hit me and I felt my lips pull downwards into a frown.
“I’m sorry. . .” I shook my head vigorously, angry at myself for pulling away. “I didn’t. . .” I sighed.
“No,” He shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He waved a hand dismissively, his golden hazel brown eyes saddening as he tore his eyes from me.
“I. . . I shouldn’t have pull away like that.” I admitted sheepishly, my cheeks burning. “I. . .” I sighed, aggravated that it took me ages to even muster a proper sentence. “I don’t know why I did.”
He shrugged, turning to look at me once more. “I do.”
I knitted my eyes brows together, staring at him in curiosity as to what he meant.
Sighing the moment he saw the look on my face, he awkwardly shifted in his feet. “You were scared.”
“Scared?” I repeated in a low voice.
Nodding, he pressed his lips into a thin line. “You thought I was going to hurt you.” He looked at me with the look of utmost sadness as it radiated through his body. “And honestly?” He scoffed in spite of himself, “I don’t blame you.”
It took me a moment or two before realization dawned on me and I felt my knees go weak and my heart stop. It was like a blow to the stomach. “I. . . It’s not that I was scared. . .” I began timidly before he interrupted with a shake of his head.
“Don’t like to yourself or to me for that matter,” He looked down at me, his hands down both placed into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Me and you both know that what I did to you in the past, reflected into what happened right now.”
I continued to stare at him with big blue sad eyes. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, he was right.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, running a hand through his hair. “I. . . I don’t know what’s gotten into me but I swear to you. . .” He paused. “That’s about to stop. . .” He nodded his head in reassurance to himself. “I promise.”
Staring at him in awe, I felt my heart explode with happiness. All I ever wanted was for him to feel sorry for what he’s done. For him to show at least some sign of remorse and after all these years, I finally got what I wanted and I couldn’t be any happier or content with my life.
Without as much as another whisk of a word, I leaned up, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, breathing in his scent as I did so, his arms immediately enveloping around me, pulling me even closer, if that were possible.
We stayed like that for what felt like ages before he slowly broke apart from me, his forehead though shifting so that it was pressed against mine, his eyes staring into mine lovingly. “I love you.” He whispered softly.
I felt my heart skip a beat as I leaned up, masking his lips with mine before pulling away shortly after. “I love you too.”
And with that, we stood there on the balcony of our apartment, holding each other with content smiles on our faces. Feeling as though nothing and no one could touch us and for a split second, I could feel the sense of relief wash over me that maybe, just maybe, my life will begin to take a turn for the better.
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Jileyoverboard's Author Notes:
Aw :') Finally, they made up. But. . . the question is, will it last? Who knows. ;)
