Hey, Mister In Denial (BxB)

Chapter 30: Pouring Hearts Out

Chapter 30
Pouring Hearts Out

I would probably get an earful from my parents once they find out that I've skipped my classes just to be with my boyfriend.

Wow, it feels good to call him my boyfriend again.

Though I don't even know if we're boyfriends again, or if we get back together.

But one thing is I'm sure of – he missed me just as much as I missed him, craved me just as much as I craved him, and loved me just as much as I loved him. Though it's still not clear why he broke up with me (or my head just doesn't want to process it), I'm fine with the way things are happening.

Earlier, from the looks of him, Dale looked like he was going to cry. Just remembering the face he was wearing – sad, hurt, panicky, my heart clenches. He was panicking and rambling fast. He called me baby; he was asking for my forgiveness; he said he'd do anything for me. I smile, remembering those moments even though they just happened two hours ago.

Dale has brought me to his home, and now we're in bed together, being all cuddly with each other. He nuzzles his nose in the crook of my neck, which tickles me; I let out a giggle, blushing when I feel him smirking. His skin is burning against mine, and just by having him around, arms wrapped tightly around me, I feel complete and it feels like the breakup never happened. He sighs, his breath fanning the back of my neck. I tip my head back, looking at him and he smiles at me sadly. I turn around, cupping his face and rest my forehead against his, wanting to feel those sinful, tempting, beautiful, reddish, and plump lips against mine. My eyes flicker between his eyes down to his lips, then I lean forward and planting a soft, the softest kiss I can give, kiss on his lips. He moans.

"I miss you," I whimper, pulling away immediately and resting my chin on his shoulder. He hugs me tight, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and I'm forced to sit up on his lap, so basically I'm now straddling him. "I miss you so much it hurts."

Running circles around my back, he pulls his head away and gives me a sad but full of love smile. "I know I'm a jerk, and I know you've been through a lot, and I wasn't there." He says croakily, tears welling up in his eyes. My heart clenches at the sight. The last thing I want to happen is see him cry in front of me, because I know my heart won't be able to handle it. I won't be able to handle it when I see him cry. I brush the tears away that are forming in his eyes. "I broke your heart. You cried, and that's because of me. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve you at all. But I want to be selfish. I want to be selfish and claim you and love you." He whimpers, tears now pouring out of his eyes and I sob, too, unable to resist the urge to cry.

Cupping his face, pushing myself into him more, closing the gap between us, I shake my head vigorously. Tears are still pilling out of my eyes and his eyes. If someone catches us like this, they'd think we're probably we're crazy. "You are as selfish as I am," I whisper; the tip of our nose is now touching. "You can break my heart all you want all the time, and I'd still want you."

Dale looks at me through his lashes, and bores into mine. I feel my breath hitch just from the mere sight of his breathtaking and soul-captivating eyes. A lot of emotions are swimming in his eyes, and I can't look away but to stare more until my heart can't take it anymore. I crash my lips on his, hard and needy. I'm hungry for him, missed the feeling of his lips burning against mine. His arms tighten again, pushing me closer if possible, and the way his lips move with mine, as if they are dancing, it's incredible. It lifts my soul up. The beat of our hearts is in sync, being the music as our lips dance. I can practically feel his lips pounding hard against his chest, matching mine.

Biting, tugging at my bottom lip, I let out a most seductive moan that I never knew I was capable to let out, which urges Dale to keep doing it. While he does that, his eyes never leave mine. Looking at his perspective, I look like a mess now, panting, breathing hard, moaning from pleasure.