The Boy with Bad Habits

Chapter 30

Her eyes were glossy, gazing in... adoration?

I quickly tried to wipe each betraying tear away. Not expecting to pour out content from my mind onto my tongue in such a raw way. I meant every word.

"Sssh," I said soothingly—rubbing the tab of my thumb on her cheek, "Don't cry." It hurt to watch, including to hear.

"I-Thank you," she held her lip to keep it from quivering, "You have been nothing but kind to me and now you probably think I'm some weeping fool." Willow choked out through a broken sob. "It's all so strange to me, I guess I'm just amazed and overwhelmed."

Tenderly, I looked deeper into each eye, "Hey, don't say that about yourself. Never would I ever think something like that. And kindness isn't a foreign concept Willow, I know how to treat people."

In all honesty it scared me a little. I had no idea what I was doing or saying. Blocking out all of the outside forces demanding me to stop.

Despite the fact I shouldn't have payed it much thought and showing more sympathy than needed, being with Willow shadowed over anyone else. My mind couldn't conjure up any haunting thoughts about someone else.

Then all of it broke. The boundaries, warning signs, and all red flags. She trusted me enough to share what was going on. Sure, I still had other questions, but those could wait.

Removing my hand from her cheek, both of my arms embraced the brunette in warmth as well as comfort, smelling her pleasent flowery scent.

She fully accepted and complied to my affection. Leaning into me with tears escaping on to the sleeve of my dark blue shirt.

Taking my time and slowly rubbing circular motions into her back, every sob faded as she held on tightly with both small arms almost making me feel at ease.

"You need rest," I whispered, slowly unwrapping one arm from around her and putting a hand at the back of her knees. Lifting Willow up bridal style gently.

She held on tightly, in fear I'd let go. Not a chance.

"Is your leg doing alright?"

A barely there voice reponded, "Yes."

Willow's body felt even tinier at our position. Pride swelled in my chest when her breathing evened out, head resting on me.

Walking carefully, she felt weightless as I strode down the hallway to my room.

Using one hand to open the door, I manged to get in without too much maneuvering or disturbing Willow. I closed the door quietly, taking careful steps to my bed. Standing right over the mattress, I placed her small body on it.

Accidentally moving my hands from under her, one of them touched her right breast nearly having me hold it there. To feel every-

Okay, that's enough.

Surprisingly, Willow was hardly awake but not enough to notice the inappropriate contact. Although, it only brushed passed.

She had my large jacket drowning her petite form, looking absolutely adorable but also sexy. I left everything on, not daring to remove anything without consent. While gesturing to leave and reside on the couch.... again.

Only difference was, that time she knew about everything. Hopefully I wouldn't waking up to a scream.

Turning away I heard three soft spoken words, "Stay with me?"