BOUNDARIES

Chapter 9

DEMITRI'S POV

The drive home took longer than usual. Guessing it's because I got lost in the thoughts of that night. These drenched up memories had stirred a feeling inside me that I didn't even knew existed, just raw desire. The desire to experience the feelings felt that night once more, to not only feel, but to exceed,to go  above and beyond.

I wanted more of her, more of Holland, more of Pixie.

But I possibly couldn't. I mean Jay likes her too!

Ughhhhhh, what am I gonna do?

I close the door behind me and make my way up the stairs. I plop myself lazily on the bed and took out my phone, scrolling through my contacts. All the while in my head thinking, "What the hell are you about to do?"

I finally reached H, and there's her name, right below Harry's.

Holland

I click edit and cleared the old name. I watched as my fingers replaced it with the letters P I X I E.

I propped myself up on my elbows and gave sending this message a second thought, and the verdict reached.... You knew her first so there isn't a problem. Jay can find another girl!

I texted.

She replied.

PIXIE

" Hey, need help finding your keys yet"

" I think I'll be needing you over here to help with that" 

" Maybe some other time, kinda busy rn"

                                                                                        " I'll hold you to that"

" I'll ttyl?"

                                                                                       "Sure"

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JAYLAN'S POV

I stood there behind the closed door for a moment as I took this all in

Holland and Demitri?

Demitri and Holland?

Demitri and Pixie!

She's all that's consuming my thoughts rn

What happened for her to change like that, I mean at Phoenix Park she was a radiant beauty and by Demitri's description on that night she was a fox, a sight to behold but now she's transformed to this knitten sweater, long skirt and thick-rimmed glasses wearing girl who's God given physique is being hidden under all that clothing. Why exactly was she hiding instead of embracing?

Where did she disappear to in the dark of night and so quickly too?

I brush these thoughts off because I know that soon enough they'll consume me fully and I'll start digging, in need of answers.

I walk over to the black leather couch placed perfectly in the living room and sit at the edge picking up  the remote as I did so.  I went directly to my account and went on Blindspot, something that'll surely distract me.