Saving Grace

Chapter Eleven. // Still the Same.

Chapter Eleven. // Still the Same.

//Recap.\\

Before I know what's happening, he's got my back pressed to the wall and he's holding my hands above my head. Noah leans in so close, his nose bumps mine. "When did I become gay, James?" He asks, smirking. "Back when I screwed you so good, you felt it in your toes." He nearly growls.

Oh god. I know that look. I know just by the way his voice sounds. And I know from what I'm feeling against my thigh.

Jesus fucking christ, I'm wet.

"Was I gay when I went down on you and made you scream my name?"

I'm shaking. Fuck. I'm fucking shaking.

My chest is heaving against his, he's so close to me. His scent is intoxicating.

"Did I come out as gay when you didn't want another girl talking to me? Were you jealous, James?"

I swallow, trying not to drop my eyes from him. "So, what if I was, bitch?" I narrow my eyes, challenging him.

But it's no use against him. Especially not when he's pressed, so hard against me. Emphasis on hard.

Noah's lips are on my jaw and I press my chest against his.

//End of Recap.\\

Noah's lips are on my jaw and I press my chest against his. I try to pull my face away from him, but it's not use. Noah has got me pressed up against a fucking wall.

"Noah, move." I hiss, "I don't want your infected lips on me." I tug on my arm, trying to get it out of his strong grasp.

Noah looks down at me, "infected lips?" He raises an eyebrow at me, frowning. "What the hell does that mean?"

"I don't want your gross lips."

"You used to love my gross lips."

"Yeah, back before your gross lips kissed other girls."

Noah scowls at me, a very dirty look and not the good kind of dirty either. "What do you mean? I never cheated on you."

I roll my eyes, "well, duh. Dumbass. But you've obviously kissed other girls besides me, by now." I mumble, wishing my heartbeat would stop racing and my face would stop getting so hot.

Noah snorts, "and you mean to tell me that you haven't kissed other guys?"

"Of course I have! But you left me, Noah! You can't just come back when it's fucking convenient for you and expect me to let you shove your tongue down my throat-!"

"You know I'm not like that-!"

"I have no fucking clue who you are or what you're like! It's been two years!"

He swallows hard, closing his eyes. All the anger in his face falls off and he just looks tired. Noah sighs, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to the wall next to my head. My knees go weak with him so close. "I didn't want to leave." He murmurs, shaking his head.

"You've said that a million times," my own voce is tired now, low and breathy. "But you've yet to prove yourself or at least explain." I don't know what makes me do it, but I lean my head down onto his shoulder and his body tenses for a few seconds before he eases up a bit. "I'd love to believe you, Noah. But I trained myself a long time ago to not let people in because all they'll do is hurt you. I want to trust you. I want to believe that my Noah is the one in front of me." My throat closes up but I try to keep my composure. "But I can't. I won't. I can't go through what I went through when you left the first time again. You broke me and I will not allow you to do it again."