Confusion

Chapter Nine

After we finished tea we went back upstairs and i looked at the time. Half six. I decided to go for a shower and undressed in the bathroom whilst Robby was on the phone to Finn in the bedroom.

I turned on the shower and wrapped a towel around myself before walking to the bedroom and leaning against the doorframe.

The towel was quite short, reaching my mid thigh, and as I stood there watching my boyfriend pace up and down laughing his low pitched laugh I realised how lucky I was.

But before I could even think about him, he caught sight of my reflection in the mirror as he passed it and whipped round to rake his eyes over my body.

He went silent and I heard Finn saying his name on the other end of the phone.

"I'll call you back" he said smoothly and tossed his phone onto my bed, walking over towards me slowly biting his lip as he did so.

When he reached me he placed his hands on my waist and I looked up at him.

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out, I just stood there gazing at him for what seemed like hours, and then I remembered I had a shower running.

I pulled out of the gaze and walked into my bathroom.

He looked at me, unsure whether or not he was allowed to sit in with me.

"Well,are you coming in or not?" I asked faking annoyed and he smiled, walking in and closing the door behind him, locking it as he did so.

I opened the shower door and put my hand in, holding my towel up with the other hand. It was just right.

I turned around and pushed him over to the toilet, sitting him down on the lid and kissing him quickly before dropping the towel and entering the cubicle.

Neither of us said anything for the whole fifteen minutes I was in there, he just stared at me and I just stared at him. The feeling of water droplets encasing my skin felt incredible and when I stepped out he walked over to my naked body, picking up the towel and wrapping it around me, drying me himself, kneeling down and rubbing the towel over my skin. It was almost too much to bear, the feel of him seeing me naked but me not seeing him in the same way. Then he picked me up bridal style and carried me into the bedroom, lying me down on the sheets and hovering over my naked body as I lead on the towel beneath him.

"Hey" he said in a husky voice and he leaned in, kissing my neck gently, holding himself up with one hand as his other ran up my thigh, up my stomach, between my breasts and came to rest on the other side of my neck.

"Hey" I managed to whisper, lust was filling me now like I had never felt before. Fuck the stupid party, I just wanted to lie here with him.

Then he stopped kissing my neck and pulled away, I brought my hands up to lie on the bed either side of my head in a stretching motion and then instantly regretted doing so.

He looked at my wrists and then did a double take, noticing my self harm scars.

I brought my hands back down, putting them underneath my back and looking away from him. Stupid stupid girl! I'd tried so hard to cover them up over the past month, wearing bracelets and bangles and now I go and practically wave them in his face!

"Paisley" he whispered.

I couldn't look at him, I just laid there facing the wall at the opposite side of the room.

"Paisley,look at me babe."

It was no use, I couldn't ignore him.

I reluctantly dragged my eyes to his, feeling my vision get blurred as tears threatened to spill out of my eyes.