Cold Hearted

Chapter Thirteen

When I was younger, my father came home one night completely wasted. I didn't know what to do or what to say, so I just watched him.

He stumbled around and grumbled to himself about things I couldn't understand. My mother approached him and they began to argue. I hurried upstairs, not wanting to be a part of it.

Seeing my father like that made my chest coil up and burn.

"Jasmine was the love of my life," Everett sighed.

I got the same feeling when I heard that sentence.

"We were inseparable. We did everything together. I loved her," Everett had a blank expression on his face, but I could tell he was in pain.

"I found out around a year and half into our relationship that she had cheated on me. Not just once though. Jasmine had always had a little trouble with alcohol, but I guess I didn't know the extent of it."

I nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"So when I found out, I began to drink too. I drowned myself. Jasmine found me one night, and she drank with me. We both were absolutely ruined. I didn't have a way home so I let her drive me," Everett paused for a moment. "I should've stopped her."

"Oh Everett, I'm so sorry-"

"No, you don't get it. She didn't die on that ride to my house. Not even close. In fact, once we got to my house, I offered to drive her around since she seemed to be getting tired but we weren't done talking."

"So, we switched places and I began driving around the neighborhood-" Everett's voice broke and it sounded like he was going to cry for just a moment. "I was yelling at her, angry that she did those things to me."

"I didn't see the other car..." he trailed off. "She died instantly. And now I have this ugly scar up my back to remind me of what a fucking piece of shit I am."

It was silent. I couldn't seem to find words. When it was Jasmine's fault, I was ready to comfort him to no end. But here we were, Everett confessing the fact that Jasmine's death was his fault. There was no denying it. And all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him. Everett sprang to his feet and tore his shirt over his head, causing me to seize up in a bit of surprise. He jerked a thumb as his back.

"This scar. The one you couldn't stop staring at that morning in the hotel," he grimaced, suddenly seeming angry.

I stood and startled us both by placing my hand right on the center of his back. I felt his toned muscles tense up, but he didn't move.

"Everett," I began, my voice coming out a whisper, "why did you have to move?"

Really Em?

He didn't answer me, not right away. Instead he turned around and gave me a defeated look.

It took him a moment, but he soon opened his mouth to answer, "Her father was a congressman in our town. He hated me. He hated my family. He made the town hate me. I was arrested, but I didn't serve time. I had a good lawyer, but I didn't have the heart to put my mom through the pain of seeing their angry stares."

I nodded, and finally, finally, I wrapped my arms around him. He was warm, and almost inviting.

"You don't get it," he said, not lifting his arms to hug me back. "I am cold. I'm horrible."

I shook my head, which caused my cheek to run against his bare chest.

"You're not cold, I can tell."

And that's when I felt two strong arms circle me. His breath hit my neck as he buried his face. One hand left the small of my back to tangle into my hair.

I overcame my initial surprise and pressed a kiss to his chest. I felt Everett shiver, and then I felt his lips on my neck. At that, I let out an involuntary whimper, and Everett actually chuckled.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he mumbled into my hair, "I just can't believe I'm doing this."

I giggled back and soon we were both shaking with laughter.

Once our chuckles subsided, we pulled out of the hug and stared at each other with soft smiles. I studied the way the sun spilling in behind him outlined his messy hair. I moved my hand up and through his hair, letting it flop back over once it fell from my fingers.

"What are you doing?" Everett whispered, his breath husky and rough. I looked into his eyes and there was no mistaking how much adoration I saw in them.

I smiled, and when I opened my mouth to answer, Everett shut me right up. He gripped the back of my head and dove forward. Our lips collided and I felt my knees begin to buckle.

My arms wrapped around him as he towered over me and completely took control.

Everett coaxed my lips open and the kiss became hotter. I could barely hear our heavy breathing through the ringing in my ears. His hands settled in two spots: one tangled in my hair, pulling ever so slightly and the other just above the curve of my bottom.

I playfully nibbled at his bottom lip which caused him to let out a long groan. Everett's hand dipped lower and gripped onto my ass tightly. He pressed us together and suddenly I could feel how much I was affecting him.

One thing led to another, and soon our clothing was being pulled off. It was thrown carelessly about the bedroom as Everett backed me up to his bed.

He landed on top of me, hovering over me and breaking the kiss for just a moment. His eyes opened, as did mine, and we stared at each other in silence and heavy breathing.

Seconds passed, and then we were all over each other again. His hands explored my naked body, just my panties remaining. He still adorned his boxers and I whimpered as he ground himself against me.

His fingers trailed down and just as they reached my panties, we heard the front door slam shut. We froze, listening.

Footsteps started up the stairs and that was when we started to move.

WOAH I haven't updated this in years. I'm almost done with college now, so that's fun. I don't plan on updating this story for much longer and it'll most likely end soon. It's not who I am anymore really, but please look out for new stories coming out soon!