Betrayal | A Dobsley Fanfiction

Chapter 20 ¦ Drunk words speak sober minds part 2

Recap of part one:

He eventually looks up at me, a feeling of remorse and sympathy radiating from his face. "Its Phoebe, she's-she's coming here at 1pm, to stay."

I sit there in shock, not knowing what to say or do. When finally, after a few minutes of complete silence, I manage to choke out an answer.

"Oh."

Nina's P.O.V

I walk over to the kitchen take and sit there in shock, fingers clutched tightly around the fork I was holding. I try to not to break away Paul's gaze, but all I can see when I look at him is guilt. I look down and start jabbing my fork in the lemon drizzled pancake on my plate, trying to make some sound fill the room which wasn't the awkward silence that already congested it.

"Nina-" I drop the fork out of my hand, and interwine my fingers together, placing my elbows on the table. "Don't Paul- whatever you're going to say, don't."

"Nina, I don't want you to leave."

"But I have to, I mean, what was I thinking? Phoebe's your girlfriend, she is my friend, and as much I hate to admit, so are you."

"Nina-"

"So I have to leave, you need to sort things out, make things better, and I don't want to be a trouble to you." I say, interrupting him.

"Trouble me? Nina, you don't understand-"

"Stop. Please Paul." I start getting up from my chair, "I'll go stay at Kat's, you don't need to worry about me. Your relationship however, is something you need to work out." I walk closer to him, looking him directly in his green eyes, "I want to be selfish with you Paul, I want to be the one waking up and having breakfast with you, but I can't." I tuck some of my hair behind my ears and give him a small smile. I start walking to Paul's room to pack my things when I feel his soft hands on my wrist. He puts the other hand on my waist and turns me around, our faces inches apart, he begins to tilt his head forward, moving his hand from my wrist to my cheek. My hand instinctively goes to touch the back of his neck, my gaze wonders from his eyes to his perfectly sculptured lips.

We shouldn't be doing this.

He captures his lips with mine, wrapping both my hands around his neck, his hands go to my lower back, pulling me closer to him. Our lips moving more in sync as the kiss becomes more passionate.

Just let go Nina.

I break free, my hands still wrapped around his neck, Paul furrows his brows, then leans forward again, turning my face, I let go of him, his hands slowly let go of my waist, immediately the warmth that I had felt not more than three seconds ago, was gone.

"You can't do that. You shouldn't have done that." I run my hands through my hair and sigh, as amazing as that kiss felt, it was wrong, the timing was wrong, everything was just wrong.

"I had to. I needed to. Nina." 

"This didn't happen. I don't want to lose you, or Phoebe."

"You won't."

"I will if she finds out about this." I go into Paul's room and start packing my things in my suitcase, stuffing every piece of clothing, folded or not, and cramming all my makeup in my makeup bag, hair accessories and shoes to make everything fit.