Sweet Cheeks. Rucas. GMW CHOICE AWARD WINNER!

Chapter.70.Sounds Cliche.<3

When you know you've screwed up and like I mean really know, you feel guilty. You want to make it up to that person, you want to apologize over and over and chances are that person forgives you before you even forgive yourself. Let me give you a 'for instance'; Darby took a bag of my Cheetos that I had in my locker last year, I was pretty mad. First because I just thought I had lost a bag of Cheetos but when I saw her saunter down the hallway holding the orange goodness, my anger was focused on her. I didn't say or do anything, because by the look in her eyes she knew what she had done. It really didn't help that I was on my period and I brought those to school to sate my craving. So after giving her the silent treatment a good portion of the day, she doesn't show up for our last period class. I was worried, and after some deep thinking I realized how irrational I was being – my thinking actually wasn't that deep, it was pretty obvious I was acting a fool. Turns out, she went to the nearest gas station and bought 3 bags for me. And to this day, she'll randomly bring me bags and bring up that situation.

Obviously, the Cheetos thief story wasn't to the magnitude of Lucas standing me up on my birthday. But it was just a for instance. When you know you did something wrong, you want to fix it. So when Lucas told me he fought with his uncle for a day off so he could be here, with me. Well, my heart just about melted. I know how big of a deal it is for him to leave 10 days after taking over the company, but the fact he's risking the way people view him just so we can discuss this was enough to show me that he truly does want to fix this. Truth be told, I had already forgiven him.

It could be because I am in love with him, or it could be because of the way I was raised – to forgive others because you would want to be forgiven as well. Or it could be, because I knew Lucas and I know more than anything that he was beating himself up about it more than I ever could. And I didn't want him to feel guilty no matter how much I had hurt. "You really have the day off?"

Sheepishly he nods, never once breaking eye contact with me before drying his face. "I really need to quite crying." I chuckle lightly and give him a small smile. I hate to see him cry. "I'm sorry, I know it's ridiculous that I'm crying, I just kind of freaked out." Again I hesitantly smile, I don't want him to think that what he did is okay but it is obvious he was freaking out and I'm hoping that it eases some tension. It might be kind of crazy for him to fly back just for me, but I find it sweet and endearing. "Can you skip school?" Obviously, he's biting his tongue, I'm pretty sure he feels like an ass for even asking.

"I am. When I fell asleep in the bathtub last night, it hurt my neck so that was my reasoning."

He furrows his brows, a complete look of worry graces his face and he rapidly rises off the bed, his action was almost instinctual. I say that because once he realizes what he's doing he freezes mid stride towards me. Was it that natural for him to want to take care of me? It was quite literally second nature. "Why'd you fall asleep in there? Did you use that lavender candle again?" His effort at a light hearted jest was welcomed but failed epically.

Parting my lips, I try to put this as delicately as possible. "I was just wanting to relax." The emotions I had felt yesterday had hit me again like a freight train, and I desperately tried to push them away.

Again he takes another step towards me, his hands are clenching and unclenching as he ponders on what to do. "Can I please hold you?" Without so much as thinking about it, I rush towards him and wrap my arms around his muscular frame. I've missed him so much, it literally hurt and though I know we still need to talk about some stuff, I'm relishing in the fact that he's holding me. He sighs heavily when a few of my tears trickle down his bare chest, "I've missed you so much Riley. I am so sorry." There's that tug in my heart again. Why, you ask? Because he sounds so broken, so much like I was yesterday. "I know I fucked up big time. I know I did but please don't leave me."