His Love For Me [MINOR Editing]

Chapter 22

Chapter 22-

JASMINE:

I paced back and forth helplessly across the kitchen as I tried to come across words to tell Stefan about our affair. It had been three hours since Chantel left and in that 180-minute span, I was trying to find words to let him down easy. I no longer wanted to live the life of a home-wrecker, because I knew that that wasn't in me. My parents had taught me way better than to sleep with somebody else's man, no matter what the circumstances were. Even though I knew I had already crossed the line with him, I still needed to cut this whole thing off before it was too late. I wasn't about to be the reason of a break-up.  

"C'mon, Jas, get it together." I mumbled to myself, ignoring the pounding headache that had been bothering me since morning. It's not like I was throwing away our friendship; I was merely trying to stay my place. And that was his friend, nothing more and nothing less.

As the hour progressed, my headache had turned to a full blown head bang. The nausious state was so powerful, I taken three pills of Advil. And just when I was washing down the small capsules with a glass of tap water, the door opening and closing immediately caught my attention. Instantly, the beating of my heart fastened in staccato paces. I was almost about to back out of my plan but when he walked over to the kitchen, I knew I couldn't step out of my determination.

After he made his way to the counter top, I couldn't help but swell at how good this man looked. His tight t-shirt fitted his built body like a second skin and the black denim jeans hugged his toned thighs neatly. It wasn't too tight and it wasn't too loose. Just how I liked it.

"Hey," he said to me after our eyes caught each other's stare.

I bit my lip before I replied wit a meekly "hey" back.

He only smiled slightly then quickly adverted his eyes as if he was nervous for some reason. After a full moment of silence he finally looked back up and with a serious expressiion, he said. "Look, we need to talk."

My heart beats were now going over it's limit and I was afraid it was going to burs. "I need to talk to you, too."

He nodded, then walked towards me. I quickly stiffened at the fact that my back was against the begining of the sink, but it was a good thing Stefan stood at a arms length away from me. Instictively, I relaxed.

"What do you wanna talk to me about?" he asked.

I bit my lip, trying to control the sexual urges that were pooling between my legs. "You go first."

"OK, um....Well, you know the whole deal about us, right?" he asked cautiously.

My nervousness escaladed, so instead of speaking in a shaky voice I only nodded. He continued. "Well, I did some hard thinking and I decided that....."

His voice trailed when I winced at the headache that had just suddenly shot through me. The ache was so bad, I had to hold my head in order to calm the paining bang but it wasn't helping at all. I immediately grew scared at the situation that was happening to me. I didn't know what the hell caused this but I'd been feeling this shit since morning and it seemed like the Advil wasn't doing anything but make it worse.

"What the fuck, Jasmine, are you OK?" he asked frantically as if he was feeling scared for me.

I moaned in response and than replied, "I don't know. This headache is killing me; I've had it since morning and the fucking Advil I took ain't doing shit."

He removed the hand that was covering my head and rubbed it sensually. "What do you think is causing it?"

"I don't know. It's not only the headache though. My stomach has been acting up lately and it seems like everything I do causes me to get tired."