A Love To Last A Lifetime

Chapter 17[B] - Realizations: Round Two.

Ssup, readers? Nowadays I've noticed that my A/Ns tend to get a bit boring so from next time onwards I'll start writing straightaway. Also, at the end of every chapter I repeatedly say please vote and comment but the thing is I'm not receiving any votes. I was disturbed by this but I've decided not to pay attention to it because that'll only cause me trouble. Anyways, I'll try to update my book every Sunday because that is convenient to me. Last but not the least, this book and Rogan and Jennifer are my babies, my creation, and I don't want to sound harsh but nothing's going to stop me from caring for them.

Jennifer's POV

Bliss. Pure bliss was what I was feeling. I couldn't possibly fathom in my wildest dreams that a make-out session could make me so weak in the knees. Rogan was so gentle with me, he caressed my face, my cheeks. He made me feel so vulnerable and so strong at the same time. Was that even possible? We could've easily done the deed if it hadn't been for my stupid phone which rang at the wrong time.

Aaron... was the name splashing across my screen. I swear, I saw Rogan's eyes burn with anger when he saw it. I felt fear and yet at the same time I felt safe because I was with him. He was doing unimaginable things to me. I never felt two things when I was around the same person, heck, I never even thought that it was possible. But then again, I had never been in love before, had I?

Yes, I could agree to it that I was in love with him. I never felt this way before. The air of confusion that always seemed to hang around me when I saw Rogan was now clear. He had managed to capture my heart in such a few, small amount of days that I almost thought it was impossible. I was definitely turning into one of those love-sick girls, but I didn't mind it as along as the person I was crazy for was Rogan.

He brought me back to reality by shaking me out of my daydreams. I seemed to do that too a lot nowadays.

"You're not taking that call! He only wants to harass you, that's all."

"He won't hurt me Rogan. I'm with you now. And what can he do anyway? I'm a mile away from him..."

"Look, no means no. I don't want that person near you. Exams are coming closer and I don't want him to be a distraction for you."

Little did he know that the distraction was not Aaron but he himself. The only person to ever invade my dreams was him. Only if I could tell him...

"Maybe you should just block his number." He suggested.

"Look, nothing's gonna happen. Don't worry about me."

"Impossible!" He scoffed.

"You know what, it's really very arduous to fight with you. Actually, I absolutely hate fighting with you so please cut it out!"

"Why are not listening to me? I'm only saying this for your good. You are the one that's being stubborn."

I thought I was a strong person, I thought I could bare other's anger in a good way by not crying in front of them. Well, that was so not the case with him. My eyes felt wet, signal of a few tears starting to fall. I tried to keep them in but one traitor tear rolled down my cheek. God! What was happening to me? I thought being in love makes you happy but fighting with that same person make you ten times more miserable.

His eyes softened when he saw me.

"Oh My God! Shit, I'm so sorry Jennifer, I never wanted to make you cry. I'm so sorry!"

I took hold of my bag was ready to go when he grabbed my hand. The butterflies didn't go amiss. He pushed me towards the door and my bag fell down with a thud. I was spun around and now he was holding both of my hands behind my back while gazing at me with that intense stare of his. I struggled again his hands but he wouldn't let go. Apparently, love even drove you crazy.

"Please don't leave. Please..." He begged me with those eyes. I could never say a no to those eyes. So my only chance of leaving was by not looking at them.

"No, why should I stay? I'm stubborn, remember?"

I didn't have a chance to say anything else because before I could even react, he crashed his lips onto mine. They were so plump, slowly my stand against him was weakening. His hands loosened around my arms which were pinned behind my back by him, they made their way to my face, cupping it ever so softly. For a few moments, I forgot that I had respond too. I was just so mesmerized by him, it left me stunned sometimes. It was dangerous, what I felt for him. Maybe unreal too?

My now free hands found their way to his face, then slowly wounded around his neck, pulling on his hair. He traced his lips along my jawline, finally reaching my neck, where he bit on my collarbone, making me moan in delight. I was sure he would leave a mark there, I was never a fan of hickies but like I said before, Rogan was driving me crazy.

"Do you want to leave now?" He asked me again. His eyes had darkened, the flare of passion in them was impossible to miss. I also thought I saw love, but maybe I was wrong. I mean, why would someone so unmistakably handsome choose me, a nerd with pimples on face?

"No." My voice came out hoarse. I was sure that my eyes were mirroring his.

"Then don't ever leave me." The way he said it, something suggested long term instead of just me leaving him in his room alone.

He pushed his lips to mine again, kissing me with so much emotion. My hands regained their position around his neck while his went around my waist. I wanted to feel him against me, this drive of passion was completely insane but it was so true, so present between us. His hand slipped under my top to draw circles on my bare waist. It sent tingles down my body, making me shiver. The same hand now went to my back, pulling my blouse half-up with it. His body pressed against mine, my bare back touched his door. I put my hands around collar before they ran down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. It fell to the floor followed by my blouse which was pulled up by him. His mouth travelled down my body, making my fists turn into balls. He kissed my belly-button, this had me squirming under his touch, but good things had to come to an end, don't they?

My phone rang again, flashing my ex's name on it.

"Dammit!" I hissed.

Rogan came behind me and snaked his arms around my stomach.

"I did tell you to block him, didn't I?" He asked me with a I-know-it-all smirk on his face.

"Uhh, I have a better idea, I'll switch my phone off." My eyes turned to his chest before I realized the integrity of the situation. I was standing in Rogan's bedroom, without my top on. I quickly reached for it before grabbing his shirt and passing it to him.

"Wear it, I don't want to get distracted while studying!"

"Yeah, right." He chuckled and resumed his position on the bed. We went back to studying which, to be honest, was a bit boring after my highly interesting exploration of his body but I had to get those grades. Although I had to agree, images of Rogan, bare chested were a constant distraction.