Love me (A Princeton Love Story) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 12

Prince. . .

She lay with her head on my chest,softly breathing in and out during her light slumber. Having let being known all these horrid things that happened to her in her past was terrible. Seemed like every sentence she spoke ended with a sob. I see why she had so many trust issues and why she threatened everyone she came near to.

Although I'd been slightly confused about what she'd said, I had slowly caught on to her life story. Why she'd trusted to tell me all of her personal business, I had no clue. But, since she told me this, I knew I had to keep it all a secret.

But just the way she ate the fruits I brought for her, I'd have to get her some real food so she could thicken up. She looked as if she hadn't eaten in days, weeks maybe.

But that wonderful moment we shared together had been almost too good to be true. Her soft plush lips against mines had felt very magical. I didn't think she had it in her. The toughness of her shell enough to make anyone believe that she wasn't capable of doing anything nice or romantic. It had almost seemed impossible.

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YN. . .

Two hours had passed, and the sun had seemed to glow brighter through the window. I looked up at Jacob, who's eyes seemed to be cracked open just a little. I squinted to see if he were up, and when I couldn't tell, I quietly whispered his name.

He then smiled, showing off his pearly whites. He laughed a bit before combing his hand through my hair.

"Your hair is really long." He whispered.

"Oh I know." I said back.

He slid his hand away from my hair and down to the arch of my back. I cupped his face into my right hand and slowly moved my face up to his, inch by inch. He closed his eyes as I closed mines, allowing our lips to gently touch then transition into a deep, but romantic, kiss. Making the moment a little more "touchy" , he slid his hand down farther, placing a hand on my ass.

I slowly pulled away from his soft lips. His eyes were fully opened now, but they seemed to be of lust instead of love and sympathy. He then began kissing me again, going a little faster this time. Not giving me time to adjust to his speed, he quickly, but gently, lifted me up and onto his lap.

I finally had the strength to pull away from him. He stared at me for a second. I'd caught a glimpse of anger before his former self had returned. I looked back at him crazy, trying to figure what had just happened, it being all a blur.

"I'm sorry Y/N..." He whispered. I nodded and rose from the couch and back over to the kitchen table. Pretending as if everything were alright. He got up and started over to me.

"Y/N I said I was-" 

"I'm hungry," I cut him off, "please get me some food." I finished, lifting a hand and shooing him towards the door.

He stopped and nodded. "O-Ok Y/N. I Guess I'll Uh. . . I'll be back later." He said as he put on his shoes. He didn't look at me, and I could tell he'd been embarrassed.

He looked at me again before he left through the door. I hope he would be back soon, because I couldn't be alone for too long and I was famished.

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Prince. . .

God, why did I do that! I'm such a fucking idiot! I'd just been told all of that and yet I still go in for more? Those men who don't know how to keep their hands off a child, having all of them raping her, and I'm still trying to get more than just a kiss? I thought to myself.