Resist Me

I think I need to cool down a bit... A lot

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Chapter 8

I call Tyler when I’m back home after changing and chucking his clothes in the wash. Verity is gone for some reason, probably at Dan’s and the house is cold and empty after Trinity leaves. Her mum is home for once and wants to spend quality time with her. “Spend fucking quality time” she spat as she left.

“Hello, Evern residence” the soft voice of his mother somewhat calms my fraying nerves.

“Uh, hi, I’m Valerie? Tyler’s girlfrummnd? I met you this morning? The one in the black Green Day shirt with blonde hair and bluey eyes?” I babble, my voice high and unnatural. She laughs, not unkindly. “Yes I know who you are dear, I’ll put you through.” With a click I hear Tyler pick up, presumably from the phone in his room.

“Hello?” His voice is like melted honey, smooth and irresistibly sweet.

“Um hey, it’s Valerie?” My heart pounds in my chest, scared that he’ll tell me to fuck off. Or just hang up.

“Hey.” At the mention of my name his voice brightens. “Um… you were just here… Why are you calling?” He doesn’t mean for it to sound cold or accusing, I knew that he was way too nice for that, but for some reason it pierces through my thick skin right into my heart. “I left my clothes, phone and keys at yours.” I say flatly.

“Oh yeah, do you want me to bring it round?”  I nod then realize he can’t see me. I seemed to have a habit of doing that. “Uh, yes please.” I rattle off my address and hang up.

I go to the fridge and get out an apple. I toss it around in my hands as I stroll to the living room, waiting for Tyler to arrive. I’m suddenly aware of how empty and large the room is. Cold. Blank. No comfort, coziness or warmth. Vulnerable. I shrink into a corner, hoping that it’ll give me some source of protection. Red lights start to flash beneath my closed lids as I scrunch them up in an effort to stop my spasming heart and shake off the fear that clutches me. Tyler. He’s going to be here soon. In 20 seconds I’m sure. I count down. 20, 19, 18, 17, 16…15………

 Tyler POV

I drive up Valerie’s fancy driveway, which is lined with potted plants and little garden gnomes. I knock on the tinted glass door and wait for an answer but none comes. She is here right? I mean I talked to her like 5 minutes ago. I walk around the perimeter of the house, trying to get a look inside to see if she was home. As I go round to the back I peer through a window and get a glimpse of their living room. Wow fancy. I let my eyes trail round the room when I spot her, collapsed on the floor in the corner. Oh God. I break into a sprint and see if any of the doors are unlocked. The ranch slider in what I presume is Valerie’s room is unlocked and I rush over to Valerie immediately. She’s pale, even more paler than she usually was, the rosiness in her cheeks is gone and even in her unconscious state she is shaking. Still she’s beautiful.

I bundle her up in my arms and put her into her bed, piling blanket after blanket on top of her. I hunt around until I locate a hot water bottle and tuck that in as well. I look up on my phone what I’m meant to make people smell in order to wake them up. Smelling salts. Ammonia. Where in the hell am I supposed to find ammonia? Bleach. I pour a bit onto a tissue and hold it under her nose, hoping for some sign of life.

Valerie’s POV

The ammonia lodges in my nose like two Q-tips. I can feel heat radiating from the stomach and smell the foul smell of bleach, yet I can’t wake up. One more sniff, I try to get it into my brain. I can’t open my eyes or open my mouth to make a sound. I take one last, big whiff and that gets me functioning again. I groggily force my eyes open a little but as soon as I see Tyler leaning over me, his eyes staring into mine they fly open on its own accord. “Oh God. When did you get here?” When he sees that I’ve woken, he lets out a deep breath. “Thank God, I was so worried. What happened?” I deliberately change the subject. “Do you have my stuff?” Easily distracted he nods. “Yeah they’re over there.” He gestures to the pile of my stuff on my desk. I roll off the bed despite his specific instructions not to. “Hey, don’t stress I’m fine, just a little panic attack that’s all.” Before he can protest, I go to the bathroom and wash my face, trying to wake up fully. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms tightly around me, his large frame swallowing mine. The whole time he studies my face, trying to gouge my reaction. The heat off his body warms me up from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. “What?” I ask. “Why aren’t you panic-attacking yet? I mean aren’t they when you feel the walls are shrinking in on you?” I burst out laughing, unable to keep it in. He’s just so adorable. He waits for me to finish laughing.

“No, I’m not claustrophobic, I’m agoraphobic.” I explain quietly. I’m not proud of my phobia, and I didn’t have it until about a year and a half ago. When Ryan… “When Ryan what?” I realize that I’ve been saying all this aloud and a blush creeps up to my face. “What? Who’s Ryan?” I ask, pretending I don’t know what he’s talking about. “If you don’t want to tell me…” He trails off. I pull out of his embrace and head to the kitchen. “Do you want something to eat?” He shakes his head. “Nah, I better get going anyway.” When he says that, dread lodges itself in my chest. If he went… “Please don’t go.” I blurt out. He looks strangely pleased before answering. “Okay then, what do you want to do?” Have sex with you. I hope I haven’t said it out loud but looking at the way he was picking up the apple I dropped earlier, I presume I haven’t. I had thought through my plan of action. 1. Go out with him, be his girlfriend.  2. Get him drunk… Nah I want him to be sober. 2. Get laid. 3. Get money. Cheaa fuck bitches get money. I watch him examine it the green apple and feel around for bruises. After shining it on his shirt he takes a big bite. I can hear the crunch from here. He comes back and stands in front of me. “You know what you asked earlier?” He looks confused. “About me being your girlfriend?” He goes a tiny bit pink. “I...” I cut him off. “I’d love to.” His grin stretches across his face, his eyes giving me that warm loving look, the brown in his eyes swirling like liquid chocolate. He puts his large hand on the side of my hip and pulls me in, his eyes locked with mine. I can’t breathe, I have never been nervous when a guy has been involved. I was the master seductress; every little move I made was designed to make males fall to their knees. But Tyler made me blush like a schoolgirl. He made my stomach tie itself in knots and for once I didn’t know for sure my charms were working on him or not. I push these thoughts out of my mind. I couldn’t, no I would not fall for Tyler.

“I’m glad.” He whispers into my neck, his warmth breath tickling me. He touches his forehead to mine, his eye dark and lustful. Yep, my charms were definitely working on him alright. “I want to kiss you. So much.” He lowers his eyes to my lips, his lashes making a light shadow on his cheekbones. He looks up into my eyes again. “Can I?” I give a slight nod and in that instant his lips come crashing down on mine.

He kisses just like I remember. Slowly, thoroughly, designed for your pleasure. He bites my bottom lip, licks my tongue, and breathes in my mouth. I can taste the sour juice of the apple in his mouth. He kisses me deeper, more passionately, gripping my waist and threading his fingers through my hair. I moan, just a small, soft one that can barely be audible and as soon as it’s out realize that no one has ever made me moan just by kissing me. Freeing myself of all thoughts, I concentrate on what he is doing to me. I pull us closer until every contour of my body blurs with his, responding to his heated kisses with as much intensity, clutching his shirt desperately and touching his hair. His gorgeous lips trail down to my jaw to my neck, leaving a fiery cold trail behind it. I’m panting, my body is wracked with lust and I’m the wettest I’ve ever been. “Oh.” I sigh as he sucks the sensitive spot above my collarbone, his mouth; his tongue is working miracles on me. I’ve never been this turned on in my life even during my multiple shags. He pushes me against the kitchen counter, his nearly black eyes never leaving mine, his hair is adorably rumpled, his lips red from kissing. He gives me quick kiss then backs away. “I think...” he clears his throat. “I think I need to cool down a bit. A lot.” My eyes drop to the sizeable bulge in his pants and smile, my heart skipping the tiniest beat thinking that I, Valerie Estell am the cause of it.