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Like what I did with the chapter title? It makes more sense when you read the chapter.
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I'm so happy that the car came before Jay got to kiss me. My body sags with relief in the car as we head back home. If that had happen I would probably have died with anxiety. Then I'd stress about where we stand which I never do, which would result me into showing him the real me.
I don't even know who that girl is anymore, I'm so buried within this facade I can't tell which face is real or not and being around him, brings out some of those features, some part of the real me.
But the Real Me got hurt. The Real Me got wounded. The Real Me was left to fend for herself. The Real Me was alone. So why will I ever show someone that person? How can I ever?
"The real me." I murmur under my breath as I look out through the tinted window, and Steve, my driver, glances at his rearview mirror in concern.
The moon is just setting I realise how long we actually spent hanging out with each other. The sun softly hangs about but the moon over shines the city, clearly stating its place.
"Yes, Miss?" He says, frowning.
"Nothing Steve." I say, smiling warmly, assuring him as I restlessly bounce my leg up and down. I can't even sit still when I know that the thought of Jay is bothering me and I can't get it out of my mind. It's like a scar that will not disappear.
"Okay, Miss."
After a moment, I sigh in frustration, shaking my head as I glance over to my driver. "Steve?"
He looks at the mirror again with a bright smile. "Yes Miss?"
"How did you know that you liked your wife?"
A smile crosses his face. Steve knows I've changed as well from the little I used to be. He knows I've put on a tough act after all that happened, he knows that I messed with boys and got into trouble. He never found out the whole story but he knows enough that I'm not the girl I used to me.
There is this dreamy look in his eyes when I watch him in the rearview mirror. A smile so soft and only reserved for his wife, Amelia, she's beautiful. Tall with brown and greyish hair and stunning brown eyes. I remember the first time he told me about her, it was the days after he lost his mother. She brought the light back into his heart and she made him smile, Steve changed for the better and he didn't realise it.
"I knew because every time I saw her, my stomach would get butterflies. My heart beat would quicken and a smile just comes onto my face. I knew she liked me because she had that sparkle in her eyes that drew me closer to her." He answers me honestly, beaming with happiness as he talks about his wife. When we get to a red light, he turns around and looks at me.
"I used to be like you, Miss Paris. I used have that tough act because I was afraid to let everyone in. She broke through my wall."
Steve begins to drive again as I let his words settle in my mind. He pulls up in front of the mansion and I unbuckle my belt, loneliness embracing me like a blanket once again. Steve turns to face me with a sad smile because he know how sad I am, how lonely I've become.
"I know that you became cold hearted and I know you're scared. But will you be like that forever?"
I give a sad smile back and exit the car with a wave, watching him drive away before turning around and trekking up the stairs. When I enter the desolate house, I slip off my black heels and hold it in my hand as I walk up to my room, exhausted with overthinking.
The house is not surprisingly quiet, not a peep from away. The though makes me feel depressed as I throw my heels to the corner of my room and collapse onto my bed. He invades my thoughts more than any guy I've dated since my first boyfriend. It's like he has me under a spell that I can't break and it frustrates me so much because I want the torture to end.
After moments of overthinking, I stand up, deciding to get some air so I open my double door to my walk-in-closet. Slowly walking through the room, I open up the door for the balcony, that is facing west, and sigh with content as I feel the Californian breeze hit me.
I hold onto the railing and watch as the waves calmly hit the beach as the moon glistens on the shallow water. I can almost feel the heat of his touch on my hands. It made my stomach churn but in a good way. I can almost see his tousled back dark brown hair and green eyes smirking at me with cockiness. My heart pounds restlessly at the thought of him, my mind again asking questions that I've never asked before. But there's one question that rings the loudest in my mind.
"What are you doing to me, Jay Stone?"
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THIRD PERSON POV
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And 10 miles from her...
Jay stands on the beach, that was facing east, watching the deep sea crash into the sand. He can almost feel her warmth crawl up his spine. He can almost see her golden blonde hair blowing around and her azure eyes grinning at him with mischief.
His heart pounds at the thought of him as he visualises her in his mind. His stomach knots up, butterflies erupting like a volcano and not stopping not matter what he tries. A goddess of beauty, so wise and strong. Looking out, into the beautiful shimmering dark midnight blue water as the moon glitters its reflection in it, he can't help but wonder what she's doing.
"What are you doing to me Paris Gold?"
He's thinking the same thing.
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This chapter is ultra short but I'm going to leave it as I edited as much as I wanted to without over accessorising it. I hope this is better than the last one.
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