Saving Grace

Chapter Fifteen. // Moving Through My Veins.

Chapter Fifteen. // Moving Through My Veins.

// Recap. \\

I can feel his hot breath on my skin and his eyes roam over my face, "I know you, Jamie." He says in a strong, confident voice. "I know you well enough to know that the only reason you're acting like this is because you're seeing how sincere I'll be and how long I'm gonna put up with your stubbornness." I go to say something in protest but he lightly slaps the palm of his hand over my mouth. I glare at him. "I know that you want to see how long I'll try to keep up with you until I give up." I frown, my eyes growing droopy and I feel like I'm going to cry. And I don't fucking cry, so yeah. Fuck this shit. "But guess what, Jamie." He whispers, a small smile coming to his face. "I'm not going to give up." I look right into his eyes, trying my hardest not to crack. "I have loved that hard headed, stubbornness for two and a half years and I don't plan on ever stopping. I've loved all your insecurities and all your confident sides, I've always loved every piece of you. The only part that I don't love about you is the fact that you're not mine." He says, grinning while I slobber all over his hand.

It doesn't taste that good but I don't handle deep conversations well so I distract myself with humor.

"Jamie, stop it!" Noah laughs, finally taking his hand off my lips and wiping his hands on the sleeves of my shirt.

I laugh, grimacing as I look at him. He has one hand on the windowsill behind my head and the other clutching on the back of the seat. Noah has one knee propped up on the seat, between my legs. I have my fingers wrapped around the loose material of his t-shirt, keeping him at a safe distance. But I feel my guards all drop when he starts to lean into me with the same look on his face as he did when he kissed me for the first time.

// End of Recap. \\

Right before his lips are on mine, his head instead flops on my shoulder, face in my neck. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding ."If I kissed you, you probably wouldn't kiss me back or regret it if you did." He whispers in a shaky voice.

I swallow, blinking a few times. "Noah," I whisper. "You know-"

"Yeah. I know. I'm being mellow dramatic, right?"

I roll my eyes, "no, dumb ass. If you would fucking listen for a second," I say, trying to hold back a slight burst of laughter.

Noah laughs, shaking his head but he doesn't move his face from my neck. I love how warm he is but I'm going to be so cold when he leaves. "Okay, okay. Sorry. Continue."

I sigh, "you know you can talk to me." I mumble, still holding his shirt in my hands, "you can come to me with anything. We're friends." I say softly. I must have hit a cord or something because he stiffened quickly, I frown. "Did I say something wrong?" I ask, my throat tight.

He merely shrugs. "I can't tell if I'm glad that you said that we're friends or not." He whispers in a cracking voice. His heart is pounding against his ribcage. I can feel his heart beat right next to mine.

"I'm sorry?" I say breathlessly.

Noah shakes his head, still maintaining his position. "No. It's just, when I first came back, the first thing you really even said to me was that I was dead to you." My eyes widen slightly, remembering when I said that the first day he was back. "So, I'd say that you telling me that we're friends is a huge improvement but it still doesn't change the fact that I'm selfish when it comes to you."