And So We Tried

One

 i.

"So you don't answer my calls and ignore my messages," he began, pushing his way through, between the door frame and Acacia, "leaving the receipts on read, might I add." Slugging off his jean jacket, Holden dropped it atop of the back of the couch then slumped down on the cushion.

Acacia stared at her ex-boyfriend with doe eyes before lightly shutting the door behind her. She stood in front of the wooden door frame and crossed her arms over her chest, "what are you doing here?"

Holden leaned back into the couch, "I'm pretty sure my sentence before justified it." Acacia rolled her eyes and flopped down on the love seat opposite of him, bringing her legs up onto the cushion and underneath her bum.

"We need to talk about last night," he added, toying with the backing of his stud. "I don't know what you're talking about," she rushed. Her face faked confusion but Holden wasn't oblivious to her prominent actions. She too, knew he could uncover her masked expressions but still, his prior knowledge didn't stop her from attempting to woo him with her attempt lack-of-knowledge of the night before.

Cacia cringed and shook her head as she replied the drunken night in her mind. When she woke that morning she had stared at the stars glued to her ceiling, praying to each one of them that she had only been dreaming about crying over Holden and showing up at his curb after driving drunk; but when she woke to the scent of him on her bedspread with clear memory of the night before, she knew her dreams were then, a reality.

"We don't have anything to talk about," she bit the inside of her lip, her eyes gluing to the tips of his Nikes. Holden stood and walked over to the love seat, sitting on the place beside her. Acacia glanced at him, instantly feeling that the love seat was then a chair two sizes too small. She could smell the scent of his cologne and feel the warmth of his skin radiating to hers through her cotton long sleeve hoodie.

Holden's hand pressed upon Acacia's knee, "Cacia come on."

Her eyes danced from his blue-green orbs to the hand resting upon her knee, his hand burning through the cotton of her black leggings and into her freshly shaven skin. She shook her head and stood from the couch, his hand landing on the couch cushion.

Cacia stood and folded her arms over her chest, hugging herself as she tried to calm herself down and bring security to her body and mind. Shaking her head, her eyes roamed his calm stature.

"You don't get it Holden," she began, "I was drunk, piss drunk."

Holden sat up straight and flashed Cacia a toothy grin before looking down into his jean clad lap and shutting his mouth. His lips twitched into a smirk and he shook his head lightly, rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand.

"So you admit you remember," he chimed. His eyes glazed over her from head to toe. Taking in her long chocolate brown straight hair, to her thin frame and large assets, hidden behind her gray hoodie and leggings. Oh how he missed running his hands through her hair and tugging at her roots, the way her body fit perfectly nestled against his.

Acacia shook her head, "that's not the point." Sighing, she brushed her hair behind her ears, "point being, I was drunk, I said things I don't mean."

Holden shook his memories from thought and stood, opening his mouth but Acacia held up her hand, silencing him before he could mutter a sound. She held her finger up in the air to him, "and don't give me that 'drunken words are sober thoughts' bullshit," she seethed, her voice lowering as she mimicked his notorious line.

A playful smile tugged on the tips of his lips, amusement flashing through his eyes as he watched her fail to imitate him. He bit his bottom lip as Cacia's eyes narrowed, her perfectly thick arched brows furrowing downward together. She was trying to be serious but Holden wasn't viewing the situation as everything but what she had intended.