Roommates... with my Ex Boyfriend (Roommates Series: Book #1)

Chapter 27

I wake up to the sound of the shower inside Jace's room running. I stretch my legs, and back, hearing a few things popping before I stand up. I don't know why I do this, or what to expect, but I try to open his door once again. It's still locked. The wall figuratively, and literally still between us.

I quickly put my blanket, and pillow back, get changed, then speed walking to Jace's room once I've down so. I sit, leaning against the wall, and looking in the direction of his closed door. I'm not going to let him think that I've given up on him. He fought for me for quite a long time, so I'm going to fight for him twice as long as he did.

Almost ten minutes after he turns off the shower, I hear the lock unlock, and he walks out --- looking handsome, as usual, I might add. He frowns as soon as he sees me. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you," I state.

"How long have you been there?"

"Since you locked the door."

This doesn't please Jace at all. It only makes him angry. My actions only make things worse, they push us apart even more.

"You just got home from the hospital, and you thought sleeping on the floor was a good idea?" he snaps.

I stand. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

This is how it's going to be? From now on, he's going to treat me like I'm a baby bird fallen from its nest? He's not going to look at me the way he used to. I'd be extremely lucky if he ever touched me ever again. Unfortunately, I am starting to love having his hands on me, it feels good, but now, all of it is stopping.

Jace walks past me, and goes downstairs. I follow him without a second's hesitation. I manage to catch up with him in the middle of the living room. I grab his arm, and he immediately stops walking. I combine all of my frustration, and courage to confront him, the scary looking man when he's angry. "Look, for the past few days, my life hasn't been shītty, or surrounded by fear. Things have been good, and I know that once the war starts, it's going to return that way. I'm not going to let it start now because of a fear of yours."

"I don't know why you were rąping me in my nightmare, I know that you would never, and I don't know why you turned into Finn, but just know that I'm not afraid of you. I know that you would never hurt me, so what's the problem? I trust you, you should trust that I trust you."

I take his wrists into my hands, causing him to ball his fists. I tuck them underneath my shirt, pressing them against the skin of my waist, and belly. I push on his knuckles, but he refuses to uncurl his fingers.

"Touch me," I beg.

Touch me, Jace Monroe. Touch me. I can tell that you want to. He badly wants to, but he's afraid. He can't hurt me by touching me like this. I hope that he realizes that.

His internal battle ends, and his fingers slowly stretch back to their normal position. He grips my hips, and runs his finger tips all over my skin. I release him, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him. He kisses me back right away. His hands go higher until his fingers skim the bottom of my bra. Our kiss becomes hungry, and filled with lust. We claw, and grab each other.

Like usual though, our perfect moment is ruined when he pulls away, panting as hard as I am. "We have to stop, they'll be here soon."

I nod in agreement, and pull away.