Let Her Go (Already Broken Sequel) {J.B.}

Chapter 9

^Picture of Kayla^

~Kayla's POV~

"You don't mean that," he teased, his eyes playfully scanning mine as his lip twisted into a smirk.

I couldn't hold in my laugh. He had me held down against the ground, arms over my head as he sat on my stomach and still, I looked at him and knew I wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

"I'm not ki-kidding," I voiced through my giggles, "if you don't l-let me go I'm ne-never kissing you again." My smile gave away my sense of seriousness, and I knew I couldn't hold that grudge as soon as that challenging smirk returned to his face.

He loved messing with me, it was kind of obvious by the way his laugh would overpower everything and how his eyes would crease at the sides due to his huge smile. He's such a dork.. the way he lives for these things.

God, I am so in love with him.

"So you're saying.. if I don't let you go, you'll never kiss me again?"

My laugh made it hard to speak. "Y-yes."

"But I have you pinned against the ground. I could kiss you right now," he winked, finding some pride in himself that he was able to annoy me as much as he is.

"That's cheating," I frowned.

His lips twitched upward into a condescending smile. He puckered his lips in the upmost sarcastic way, leaning his body down further onto me until he was fully laying on top of me.

"Okay, okay, okay," I frantically pushed him away from me, but that did nothing as my strength was nothing compared to his. "You're crushing me," I whined, a small laugh escaping my lips.

He lifted his body just barely above mine, his arms resting on either side of my head as they held him up. I saw a faint glimpse of his smile before his lips landed on mine, moving together with mine slowly.

I reached my arms around his neck as the tips of my fingers ran through his hair and along the backside of his neck.

I couldn't refrain the smile from surfacing onto my lips. It's insane how happy he can make me. How when we're together I don't have a care in the world and how the way he looks at me can make me fall in love with him all over again. How he leaves me at a complete high at the end of the night, and how when I'm without him I crave him.

How each time he makes me smile I forget each and every time he's done me wrong and all I can think of is what I wouldn't do to never lose him.

But then I can't stop myself from hearing my moms words run through my head. She'd warn me of this as casually as she'd warn me to look both ways before I crossed the street.

'Love is dangerous. Remember that the person who makes you the happiest, is also capable of bringing you the most pain.'

I could never imagine Justin bringing me anything but happiness, and it scared me to think that he has the capability of hurting me. To think that my world could come crashing down the second either of us messes up.

I didn't want to lose this.

I shook myself loose of my own flashback-- I'd been having them all day. It took me a second to remember where I am; it got hard to remember reality from daydream as the day went on. But then it all came crawling back to me, the clunky nurse shoes clacking against the marble floor, the constant silence being ruptured every now and again with a soft voice over going the loud speaker, the blank noises coming from the TV that sat with us in the waiting room... it was all too familiar for me to forget.