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

Chapter 13

Prince. . .

I deliberately opened the front door of the guest home. As I glanced at the living room area, I noticed glass broken every where, from cups, to plates, to even a broken window. "YN?" I called out, only to hear nothing for a response. I hastily closed the door and sat the food on the table.

My only thoughts were of YN ditching me because of my behavior earlier. I pulled at my hair as I scanned the room, only to notice no sign of life. I speedily ran to her room, and finally saw who I'd been searching for. YN had been sitting in the lounge chair in the corner of room, looking in amazement at her hands. "What happened, Babe?" I stopped after I'd realized that what I'd said. She looked up at me and gave me a large hug around my neck.

"I guess you could call me that." She approved, taking her mind off her hands and putting it on me, as if whatever she was focused on, never existed. But, her allowing me to call her that must mean that we were together, so what I'd told Rachel earlier wasn't exactly a lie. "I have something for you." I cheered, pulling her into the kitchen.

"What's this?" She asked. "It smells good!" She opened the bag and pulled out the large plate of food, only to sit it on the table and stare at it. I interrogated what had been wrong or if she liked it, only to earn another hug. "This is perfect!" She encouraged as she sat and opened the plates. "This is exactly what mother used to take me out eat." She mumbled. I patted her back and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Cheer up. Just eat." I said, trying not to make the mood go down as quickly as it was seeming to.

She nodded her head and began to eat. Just as she took the first bite out of her food, her entire face lit up. She soon began to just chow it all down, spoonful by spoonful. As she were eating, I took another look around the living room. I still wondered how and why it looked like this. But I''ll wait until she's finished eating and is in a better mood.

She finished the last of the food and took a sip out of her drink. "Mmm. . ." She mumbled. I chuckled at her greediness and grabbed her leftover trash, and threw it away. She laid slumped down into her seat. I sat next to her and lifted up her shirt.

SMACK

She smacked my hand, telling me no. "You need to control your hormones, Jacob." She said bluntly. "No," I chuckled. "I just want to see if you'd gotten any thicker, Ma."

She nodded and shyly lifted up her shirt. Bruises and scars filled her stomach. They were everywhere. I slowly looked up at her and softly traced her scars. She hissed at me once I came upon a more red scar. "Sorry. Does it hurt?" I asked. She looked at me as if I were some fool, then nodded her head. I brought my lips to it and softly pecked it. She hissed again , but didn't bid me to stop.

I kissed her all over her stomach and stopped once I reached her chest area. She stared at me as if she wanted me to continue, but I couldn't. I wanted her to know that I'd been sorry about what I'd done earlier. But she seemed anxious for more. I pulled her shirt down and lifted up, moving back to the living room in silence.

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YN. . .

All I wanted was a kiss. Just a simple kiss. But he wanted otherwise. Funny how him checking just to see if I were getting any thicker turned into me wanting him. This must've been how he'd felt earlier.

I fixed my shirt and went over to the couch and sat next to him, laying a hand on his chest. He muted the television and looked at me. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I just want to apologize about me overreacting earlier." I said. He smiled, moving my hand lower to the bottom of his torso, then back on my knee. He knew he was just teasing me, but I wasn't for it. All I wanted was him, and he knew it.