Sweet Naivety

Chapter 59: Just Between Us

Chapter 59: Just Between Us

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As soon as Grimmjow had gotten off of me, I had scrambled off of the couch and stormed away into the nearest washroom. I was currently washing off the mess that he had left on me as I fumed from what he had just done. At first, he left me alone. But after some time, he tried to open the door... only to realize that I had locked it.

"Open the damn door." He grumbled from the other side, a frustrated tone to his voice.

I didn't answer him. I just dried myself off and wished that I had thought to bring my clothes in with me. Instead I was left standing in nothing but my white stockings... and the necklace that he had given me.

"Juna!"

I jumped when he started banging on the door, loud and so heavily that it rattled on the hinges.

"Open the fucking door!" His voice was louder now, and there was a definite growl to it.

I shook my head, trying to compose myself. I had at least managed to stop crying. "Just leave me alone, Grimmjow." My voice was strained. I clutched a towel around myself, not wanting to feel so exposed.

"Juna..." He growled my name, his voice so low that it sent a shiver down my spine. "If you don't open this fucking door then I'm gonna break it the fuck down." There was a commanding tone to his voice that gave me chills so severe that I had goosebumps.

With shaking hands, I opened the door. I looked up into what had to be the most frightening scowl that I had ever seen. He'd dressed back into his jeans, but he was otherwise bare. And yet he was still so frightening, perhaps because all of his muscles were so tense and exposed as he stalked into the small room and towered over me.

His sky-blue eyes were blazing as he glared at me, his lips curled back into a snarl. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"

My breath was caught in my throat. And I had no idea what to say to him. Did he seriously think that there was nothing wrong with what he had done? I wanted to cry again just thinking about it... just looking at him now. "Nothing." I muttered the word, trying to step past him and out of the washroom.

But he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me back against the counter. "The fuck it's nothing." He looked at me suspiciously, taking a drink from the beer that he'd gotten at some point while I was cleaning up. "Why didn't you want me in here?"

I wanted to be angry at him, but it was hard when he was so angry at me... his anger overwhelmed and stifled mine. I felt tears brimming my eyes again as I wondered how the hell I was going resolve this situation.

"Well?" He growled the word, his grip tightening on my arm. He pressed me firmly between him and the counter.

I winced at the harsh way that his fingers dug into my skin and the way that the counter pressed so sharply into my lower back. And the tears finally started to trail down my cheeks again. "I just needed some time to clean up, Grimmjow... and a moment to myself."

"Fuck..." He hissed the word. "Why the hell are you crying? Did I scare you?" His hand loosened, gently rubbing my arm before moving down to my waist. He sighed before finishing off his beer, tossing the can into the nearby trash bin and placing his other hand on my waist as well. His fingers gripped me through the fluffy fabric of the towel. And then he hoisted me up onto the counter and his sky blue eyes searched my glistening, green gaze.