Tell Me You Love Me, 'Cause I Need You So Much.

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About six weeks had passed since I talked to Kuza. I still had no idea what Chris told me, or why he wanted to know if I heard him? There's still not an answer for my biggest question, why he won't come see me, and I was beginning to wonder if Manny wanted to know, too.

I was able to get my brace off finally, so now I can walk around like a normal human being. It was nice. I could finally wear my bondage pants, which I put with my 'Be Afraid' crop top and six inch platform heels that will probably kill me.

I walked out to the living room were Manny was stretched out on the couch, her phone above her face. She looked over at me.

"Jesus Christ, are those heels high enough?!" She questioned. I shrugged and sat in the recliner chair that I loved so much. "I can't wear heels like that."

"You're a sneakers kinda girl," I said, looking at her. She nodded and looked back at her phone. She concentrated hard. She shifted and rolled onto the floor as a knock came to the door. I stood and walked over to it, pulling it open casually. Deep brown pools of worry were staring at me. "Chris.."

His hand went to his back pocket and he pulled out a piece of folded paper. "What is this?"

"How am I supposed to know? It's folded," I said. He rose an eyebrow at me. "Don't even give me that look."

"I'll look at you however the fuck I feel like looking at you," he said, pulling the paper apart so it was flat. He handed it to me.

"Umm, I think I'm gonna go to Louie's," Manny said, quickly running out the door. I motioned Chris in and looked at he paper. My writing was scribbled on it. My words that I had wrote back in Texas were on it.

"Where did you find this?" I asked.

"It fell out of one of your notebooks," he said. "What's it about?"

I looked away from his glare. "You."

All signs of anger and annoyance were off of his face immediately. He searched my face, looking for something, but he didn't find it. "Is that how you felt?"

I didn't say anything, I just nodded and stared at my feet.

"Kari, look. I know you wrote that in Texas after Kuza told you about Hatefuck. I also know you're pissed at me for whatever it is that you think that I did with Carlie, but nothing happened, okay? We talked. I just needed to know that I was over her, and I am. I'm so in love with you now. I wasn't lying when I said I love you. I do love you Kari, you have my heart. Not her. I need you in my life," he said, complete compassion in his voice. "And I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like that."

 He's telling the truth, my heart said, and I knew it was right. I looked up and those deep brown eyes were glowing. I rose one of my eyebrows and moved my lips slightly, almost telling him to come to me. He did. His hands went to my sides and slid around to the small of my back, pulling me toward him.

One of my hands rested on his chest and my other went to under his jaw, pulling him down to me.

"I love you baby," Chris said, his breath hot against my lips that were slowly moving toward his.

"I love you too," I said and we kissed. Hard. I practically fell into him and his hold on me tightened.

When our kiss broke, our faces stayed only centimeters away from each other. He moved slightly and gazed down my body, almost looking at my ass.

"Are you wearing bondage?" He asked, a sinister smile playing on his lips. I giggled and he brought his lips back to mine for a short time. "We might need that."

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to my room, kicking the door shut behind him. He tossed me on the bed and then stepped back.

"What?" I asked.

"I haven't been in here in forever. Last time I was the walls were covered with pictures of us," he said with a smile. I smiled, too.

"Alright, enough of walking down memory lane. Come here," I told him, using my index finger to tell him as well.

"Yes ma'am," he said, his sinister grin coming back. It was so sexy.

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More update coming soon. I got distracted a lot while writing this. ):

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