New York tale (Ian Eastwood fanfic)

Chapter 12- Can't let go

Chapter 12-

-Ian’s P.O.V-

I woke up around 10am, laying next to this amazing girl who I made love to last night. I tightened my arm around her waist for a quick moment, gently rubbing her side. Her back was to me, all I saw was her beautiful flowing hair fall around her shoulders. I watched as she breathed peacefully, completely relaxed. I kissed her hair and carefully got up.

I grabbed a pair of underwear and shorts and headed to the shower.

When I got out of the shower, Chelsea was still sleeping. I slipped back into the bed next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and planting sweet kisses down her neck. “mm Ian" She gently moaned. Her eyes fluttered open and she turned her head to look at me, her beautiful chocolate swirls filled with lust.

"Morning baby, sleep well?"  I gently kissed her, letting my lips linger over hers for a moment. She smiled and giggled. “yes, very". I chuckled at her response. “Good, you hungry babe?" I asked.

"Yea I am, whats for breakfast?" She sat up, holding the blanket close to her chest. “Uhm, how does scrambled eggs and bacon sound?" I got up off the bed and stood next to her. “that’s great, I’m gonna go take a shower in the mean time." She said as she threw her legs over the side of the bed. I grabbed a black kubscoutz shirt and black basketball shorts and gave them to her.

She took them and giggled again. “Thanks". “No problem baby" I kissed her once more and headed to the kitchen where Brian was already starting to cook breakfast.

"Damn yall are loud, warn me next time you guys wanna get freaky" Brian pointed his fork at me. "haha, well you didn't have to listen, but gald you enjoyed it" I said, going into the fridge and grabbing a carton of eggs.Brain gave me a playfull glare, "yea yea just crack those eggs.".

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-Chelsea’s P.O.V-

Ian dropped me off at home, I still needed to get some groceries and finish my chores for the weekend and Ian was going to shoot a concept video with Brian and Jun. I changed into my own clothes, a blue tank-top and shorts. The first thing I decided to do was pick up the groceries for the day.

Once I got home and put the groceries away. While I was putting the food in the fridge I heard the door bell. I walked over to the door and looked into the peep hole.

It was Justin. “Hey, Chelsea!". He called through the door. Did he really think I would want to talk to him right now? Couldn’t he Just get it through his head that he’s not the one I want.

"Chelsea, please, hear me out. I want to apologize for everything, please? It’ll take 5 minutes and I’ll be gone." He said with another knock on the door. I thought of opening the door just to slam it in his face.

After a couple of minutes he knocked again, he really wasn’t going to leave. I let out a frustrated groan and unlocked the door.

There he stood in a green t shirt and blue jeans, hands in both front pockets. His eyes were big with some sadness.his hair was down, not in a pony like usual, either way he looked cute..but Ian is cuter..sexier. He had a small smile.

"Hey, can I come in?" He asked. I crossed my arms and stepped aside. He walked in and stood in the middle of the living room. I locked the door and stood a couple of feet away from him.

"So…What do you want?" I asked with clear annoyance. He examined me, his eyes stopped at my lips for a moment and then back up to my eyes, I kept my arms crossed and shifted on my feet.

Just finally spoke. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t know you actually liked him and I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I was jealous, stupid and I did…I do like the thought of having you all to myself but clearly I waited too long. I’m hoping you can forgive me and we can move past this and still be friends?" He took a step closer towards me.

He took out the chain he was wearing, the half heart necklace that said ‘I love you’, I had the other half. “C’mon Chels, please? Give me another chance? I;m not ready to throw this all away" His eyes searched mine, he looked at me pleadingly. I noticed he was now a couple of inches away from me. I put my hands at my side and took a small step back.

Why did I have to care about him so much. At the end of the day he was still my best friend who was always there for me. I looked at him and sighed. "…okay"

Justin’s face lit up like a little kid on Christmas. He quickly pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight. I was hesitant at first but hugged him back. 

He puled away a little and looked me deep into my eyes and before I knew it, his lips were on mine, his hands gripping my waist and my hands running through his hair. He started to pull my shirt up before I realized what was happening and I pushed him away.

Justin tried to keep me in his grasp but I backed away and fell onto the couch. “You need to go now." I said, staring straight ahead. Did he listen? No of course he didn’t. He did the opposite and sat next to me. I started to get up but he only pulled me down and kissed me again. Hands traveling up from my waist and caressing my breast.

"JUSTIN STOP GET OFF OF ME". I pushed him off of me more forcefully, he sat back and I sat up. He looked sad and startled. “I…I don’t know…I just really missed kissing you." He ran his hand over his face and sighed deeply. I stood up once more and he did too. 

"I know it seems I keep fucking up, but I just…act without thinking…I hope I didn’t ruin my second chance." He pleaded once more.

"Just get the fact that I have a boyfriend now through your head and don’t try to kiss me or make any more moves on me. We’re friends and only friends, get it?", I said sternly.

"Y-Yea okay, got it…uhm I’ll see you later…" He turned around and walked out. Why..just why the fuck do I keep letting this shit happen and where do I cross the line when it comes to Justin? It’s gotta stop. Now do I tell Ian? How will I tell him?