Pleasure

Chapter Six

That night, I stay up reading my book. I've been doing everything in my power to not think about what Jacob said or did. I can't stop picturing his face. He was so dark and frightening. I know I said I was scared off before, but he might really have me afraid this time for real.

I hear a tapping on my window and jerk my head towards it. I pause a moment to see if it was the wind, or an animal, but it's not. The same tapping noise sounds again. I walk up to my curtains and see Jacob standing in the window with his hands in his pockets. My heart nearly drops. The first question that comes to mind is how he knows where I live, but I remember he dropped me off the day after the party. I open my window and look at him, keeping my distance.

"What are you doing here?" I ask lowly, biting my lip to stop myself from screaming.

"You gonna let me in?" He ignores my question, as if he met me at the front door and not my bedroom window. I hesitate for a moment, looking at him up and down. He loosens his demeanor and takes a slight step forward. I step back and let him in, then close the window after him.

He curiously looks around my room, running his fingers against the brim of the pictures sitting on my TV stand. He sits on my bed and looks up at me. I lean against the wall in the corner and grab my arm, biting the inside of my cheek.

"I wanted to apologize, you know, about earlier." He locks his hands together and sighs, leaning his elbows on his knees. "I didn't want to, uhm, scare you. You just made me so-"

"Angry?" I interrupt with much more attitude than intended.

He smirks, keeping his eyes locked on my floor. "Something like that."

I don't know what to say. He showed up out of nowhere, after pinning me to wall and practically threatening me. He sounds sincere, but I never know with Jacob. I can never tell what he's thinking. I can't read him. One minute he looks angry, the next he's being a cocky asshole. Yet I still let him in my room. I still let him sit on my bed and speak to me.

He gets up and walks over to me. He places his hands on both sides of my head, leaning against the wall behind me. He stoops to my height and locks eyes with me.

"I would never hurt you, Aria." I feel a shock electrify my entire body and I stiffen, not even wanting to breathe. He looks down at my lips and licks his. I feel the same knot build up in my throat and my nails dig into my arm. He raises his eyebrow and keeps his eyes on me. What is he doing? And why am I reacting this way to it? I'm trying so hard to keep myself together and all because he's gotten into my personal space.

He bounces off the wall and starts to walk around my room once more. I let out the breath I've been holding in since he's walked over to me, feeling my heart sink into my stomach.

"What did you mean when you said all the things you wanted to do to me?" I ask, quiet as a mouse. He looks back at me from the edge of my bed.

"I told you, I don't take advantage of girls like that." He looks at me with seriousness in his eyes. Did he just admit he wanted to have sex with me? What does that even mean? He's so hard to understand.

I shake my head in confusion. "Then why did you sleep with me?" He snaps his head at me with a stern look on his face. "I mean sleep next to me." I correct myself.

"Because you told me to Aria." He urges, looking down at my covers.

"There has to be another reason, Jacob." I push, wanting to know why he really came.

"What do you want?" He snaps, getting angrier and tensing up with each word.

"I want the truth."

"Because I wanted to!" He yells at me lowly, walking towards me. "I fucking wanted to Aria, okay? I wanted to." He walks to me and gets into the same position he was in earlier, locking eyes with me once more.

"I wanted to sleep next to you and do so much fucking more but I'm not a sleezy, fucked up, hormonal teenager like the rest of the boys at our school. I wanted to do so many things to you because you looked so beautiful in that outfit. You looked so good, the way you always do and it took everything in me not to do those things right then and there." He let's his head drop, letting his demeanor change. He's different. Vulnerable. And I see it.

He looks up at me again. "Do I scare you?" His question is whole-hearted.

"You don't scare me." I admit, looking into his eyes. He doesn't so much in this moment. He has a hard time expressing his feelings. What happened earlier wasn't a threat, it was a warning.

"You don't scare me." I repeat, more confidently this time.

He looks down at my lips and breathes softly. He starts to lean closer to my face and I feel my palms get a tingling feeling. The closer he gets, the lower I let my eyes droop. He breathes cold air onto the entrance of my lips, making a million butterflies erupt in my stomach, scattering to different parts of my body.

Suddenly, a knock sounds on the other side of the door.

"Honey, are you okay?" I look at Jacob and he looks back at me, motionless. Expressionless.

I walk up to the door and open it slightly, only revealing half of my body.

"I'm fine, why?"

She tries to peek into my room but I keep the door still. "I thought I heard you talking to someone?"

"What? Huh? Noo I'm on FaceTime." I lie with a smile. "Sorry, mom."

"It's fine, wrap it up though. You've got school tomorrow." I smile and wait for her to walk away. Once she's gone, I shut the door and turn around to see Jacob leaning against my wall, nonchalantly. I bite my lip and walk over to my bed. I run my hand through my hair and look up at him.

"I guess you should end the FaceTime call." He smirks, looking at me, almost seductively.

"Mhm," I push out through my closed lips. He raises his eyebrow and sighs. He turns around and pushes the window open. He climbs out and closes it behind him. I watch his figure stalk out into the night, getting into his car, and disappearing.

I close my curtains and turn around. I notice a small slip of paper on my tv stand. I pick it up and read it.

Call me later, Jacob. Written under that, is a number.