3 weeks had gone by after a raging battle and still no sign of Abel. He had become a ghost in your life and you began to think that there really wasn't anything between you other than the sex. you wished it was that simple but it wasn't, why? because when you were with him you felt something, and then you realise you were probably just the trance he puts on everything and geuse what you fell for it just like everyone before you but. the reason why it aggravated you so much was because you felt it coming but you were holding on because of how bad you wanted him. admit it Abel was like fire and you were like air; the more air a fire gets the bigger it grows, and the bigger the fire grows just makes the air hotter until reality stepped in and crushed your dreams. Laying on the couch eating chips was what you intended to do since you felt the need to consume empty calories to eat the pain away. CLICK your front door was open and you weren't expecting anyone so you went into panic mode and grabbed your wine glass and headed in that direction. two steps in and Abel walked into your living room. he looked at you as if nothing had changed, other than your clothes that was. you were clothed in a cookie monster night suit and a bath robe not your Sunday best for sure. He took off his coat and hung it on the back of a chair and proceeded to walk into your kitchen leaving you dumb struck. oh no this mother fucker didn't "umm Abel what the fuck are you doing in my house" your tone reflecting your annoyance "getting food why?" his response really set you off even though you weren't one for confrontation this was a bit extreme "why are you pretending everything's okay?" he simply turned to look at you with his big bro eyes in an almost intimidating manner "you fucking left me alone for 3 weeks and now you think it's fine to just stop by my place for what? a fuck , well guess what that's not okay with me I'm not ur personal whore. IM NOT GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU so you can leave now" his jaw looked tense and you began to feel anxious and embraced "is that all you think I want, GOD Y/N just because I'm a dude doesn't mean...." his fist met with your kitchen counter making you shudder slightly because you know what his anger was like "doesn't mean what? that you love me ....I know you don't feel anything for me and if I do it's my fault so just leave" you said trying to swallow the lump in your throat "that's not how it is. its not like that y/n why don't you understand?" the frustration was vibrating in his voice "I know that I left for a while because be honest we both needed some space" he tried to reason with you "and I know that it's hard for me to show you how I feel, you have to try and understand that's it's hard for me when I get attached and I don't like it because I have been hurt soo many times!" you moved closer towards him with a couple of tears welling up "but what about me, no one ever gives a shit about me and when they do they all leave me all the fucking time and you did too, you know i really liked you and.." he cut you off by holding both your hands in his while your tears sprung free "I fucked up, I fucked up..." he admitted "but if you let me , I'm not going to let you get hurt anymore I promise you.. I'm going to show you what your worth and I'm going to let you love me because I fucking love you Y/N. you inhaled his scent as your lips finally met, his arms were warm and felt cosy around your night suit.
