In your Arms

Chapter Seventeen

It was 1am in the morning when Amity decided to went out of her room. She quietly opened her bedroom door trying hard not to make a single sound. She squinted in the darkness and scanned the place for any signs of Alexander's presence but he's nowhere to be found. As soon as she'd made sure she's the only one awake, she slowly tiptoed her way towards the bathroom and locked the doors once she was inside.

Immediately, she reached for her toothbrush, applied a huge amount of toothpaste in it, and started brushing her whole mouth briskly. She told herself she'll thoroughly brush as much as it needs to be done, for as long as she can still taste and feel his mouth on hers. She angrily brushed, almost making her gums bleed in the process but she doesn't care. Amity wanted to badly remove every amount of saliva Alexander had shared. But she knew, that the memory of that kiss, would be forever etched in her memory.

She wouldn't forgive him. She wouln't forget the preposterous thing he had done to her. It was her first kiss, and he stole it away from her. Her precious first kiss, gone. Amity felt she was violated.

For her, every "firsts" counts. Every first is something worth remembering, something she would treasure in her memory for the years to come. And this one had been dreadful, it made her want to cry.

It should've been Simon, the man he truly love, and not an asshole like Alexander. She always dreamt that it would be Simon who would give her all her "firsts", and now it couldn't be possible anymore. Alexander took it away from her. How can she ever look at Simon and not feel guilty or frustrated that it was his brother who had tasted her lips first rather than him? But she did respond to his kiss hasn't she? And that's another thing she couldn't accept. She was staring herself at the mirror when her eyes felt warm and in just a few seconds tears went on streaming in her face.

Alexander heard her went back inside her room and waited another five minutes before silently going out of his and discreetly returned the canvas on top of the dinner table and make it look like it hasn't been touched. As soon as he did, he hastily went back to his room and silently closed his door.

He remembered the moment that he removed the cloth covering the canvas only to be surprised at what he saw. It was a painting of Simon, and it intrigued him. But in a few minutes, he came into a conclusion.

"She likes him.." He whispered to himself.

He couldn't explain but he felt a sudden pricking pain on his chest, and it bothered him. The thought of her liking his brother made him feel like he was kind of envious. And even.. jealous? He shook the thought off of his head. There's no way he would feel such thing, most especially if it's because of her. Alexander lay on his bed and tried to sleep, hoping whatever he had felt would be gone by tomorrow.