torn • jb & yg

t h i r ty n i n e

I was sleeping when suddenly a loud noise woke me up from my peaceful sleep. I opened my eyes widely as I sat straight on my bead. I noticed someone slamming my bedroom door and storming inside. I blinked twice only to realize it was JB. I felt my chest going up and down really faster. I was awakened from my sleep and for a moment I was really scared.

My breathing regularized when I acknowledge it was only JB. He looked at me and I realized his eyes were red. He remained silent, standing on my bedroom door. A thought crossed my mind, how did he get in here?

When I opened my mouth to say something he just walked faster towards me and jumped on the bed, on top of me. I instinctively leaned back and he supported his body on both arms that were resting to each side of my head. He sighed loudly. His eyelashes were wet so as his cheeks. I could tell he has been crying, but why?

I felt my heart breaking for a moment as I raised my hands to touch his face. He closed his eyes slowly as he was feeling my touch and opened his lips just a bit. I was too confused about what was happening. How did he get inside my house and why is he here right now, what made him cry?

I wanted to ask all these questions but something on his look told me not to. The soft skin on his cheeks was warm but wet. I wanted to kiss his tears away and asked him what was troubling him but it wasn't necessary, he just leaned his forehead in mine and spoke in almost a whisper.

"Why can't you just say it?" His words awakened even more. For a second I thought I must look terrible right now, I was just sleeping, my hair was probably tousled and I probably have bad breath but he didn't seem to care, on the contrary, he looked more infatuated than ever. A warmth took over my face, especially my cheeks at the thought of it.

I looked up to him, and as our eyes met, I noticed his sharp dark eyes were eager for me to answer. A slight frown on his face was indicating me he wanted to cry again, but why? Was I the reason why he cried earlier?

"Say what?" I finally spoke after some seconds pondering what should I tell. I had so many ideas about what he could possibly be talking about and I didn't want to disappoint him so I'll better ask.

He remained silent as he looked at me. I am pretty sure he wanted to answer but he was keeping himself from doing it. He wanted me to tell the words and I wanted too.

"Just say it... Please." He spoke again, a few seconds later. I swallowed hard as I examined each feature of his perfect face. There were so many thing I wanted to say and I am pretty sure none of them would beat the way he confessed to me. The words he spoke and the way he did it, was the cutest and honest way someone could ever confess to you.

I felt my heart beating faster as I made up my mind about telling him. He deserves to know, he has waited for so long and I am dying to tell him. I parted my lips to speak but he shut me up with a kiss. I felt his warm lips pressing against mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his sweet taste on me. I stayed still as he kissed me and rolled his hands all over my body. He caressed my arms and then my neck, he trailed down to my belly and then up to my cheeks. He broke the kiss and started leaving butterfly kisses on my cheeks and down to my neck.

I felt the places where he brushed his lips, burning in desire. I was so attracted to him in so many ways I can't even begin to tell. "Just say the words." He'd whisper to me between kisses. I was melted under his body, under his touch.

"I need to know" He kept saying as he kissed me on my neck and behind my ears. His lips were soft and it felt like small caressed given by his perfect lips.