Inseparable

Chapter 22

WARNING: This chapter may contain sexual content and may be inappropriate for some readers. If you are found uncomfortable or not wanting to read this chapter, than I would suggest you skipping it. Thank you and happy reading (: xoxo Bri

Skylar's POV.

I continue pressing the small towel onto the deep scratch that has already formed into a bruise on his cheek bone. He winces at the pain a few times but settles in again and relaxes. My thighs are still apart and his body is pressed closely against mine. I love the feeling of him against me... I'll keep my hormones away for the moment and continue dabbing on the scratch.

"Almost done," I tell him and turn back around facing him from re-wetting the towel again. The water in the sink is a slight pink from his blood as it goes down the drain in circular motions. "Why would you punch the boy in the first place?" I chuckle, shaking my head. I know the answer, but was he really that angry?

"Because," he shrugs, not saying anything once again.

"Because what?" I urge him on. I place my hand on his chin, examining more of his face.

"Because... I don't like the fact that guys look at you. It makes me angry and I want them to know that you are mine. No guy should even look at you except for me," he finishes his explanation and hesitates. "Your dad too, but he doesn't necessarily count when it comes to these stupid, young teenage guys."

I nod at him in understatement and set the towel down on the sink. "All done." I smile at him and manage to hop off the counter. He helps me with his hands still in place around my waist and puts me gently down on the floor.

"Thank you," he whispers and pulls me in for kiss. I smile into the kiss and we lingered there for a few seconds before he pulls me out of the bathroom and into the living room.

"We didn't even stay there for more than ten minutes until you punched the guy," I brought up the silence between us for the millionth time.

"I'm sorry, Skylar, but what else was I supposed to do?" He raises his voice at me, dropping my hand from his and tugging his hair at the process. He faces back and forth in the center of the living room and I stay in place, my feet glued to the floor not even moving an inch.

"Don't you raise your voice at me." I point my finger at him, already getting frustrated. "I just didn't think you'd be so protective over me..." I trail off and begin to think deeper into this situation.

"That's why, Skylar. I am trying to protect you because you are the love of my life, and based on your dad's orders..." he looks down at me and sighs, closing his eyes. "I care about you so much, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you, even though this guy only looked at you but he called you hot and, it's not that you aren't b-but you... you are hot and, my point i-is..." he stutters, lost at his words and I walk my way to him. The fact that he cares about me and the reason all behind this makes my heart beat rapidly and I love him even more for it.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. I love you so much for that and it just made me realize something," I place my hands on his face and he relaxes for the third time tonight. He wounds his arms around my waist.

"Hmm?" He mumbles.

"That I love and care about you so much more," I whisper to him, looking back and forth between his beautiful, brown eyes.

"That's not possible. We love each other equally," he shakes his head, finally smiling and I find myself doing the same.

"You do have a point," I smirk and lean in closer to him. "But, I love you."