I will wait.... (Bruno Mars Fan Fiction)

Chapter-45

Evelyn's POV;

Ahhhhhh my mind is telling me this is wrong but my body is not following. I can even hear inside of me yearning for him. It's like you are not strong enough to pull away from him even though you know it's not right. I am supposed to be angry at him. Ugh forget it! I'll angry him later. Now just focus on the kiss! What are you doing, kiss him back! My inside mind snapped me out of my mind and I placed my hand around his neck pulling down more to get access into him. Damn I've missed this for how long? He tastes like a strawberry caramel in summer time, his tongue exploring my mouth and my tongue also fight back, without letting him win, I guess that make him want more as he let out a groan while our lips still touching, his groan.. I must say the most turn on point. After battling with him, we stop parting away from each other not so far away coz his forehead is still resting on mine, his hand absentmindedly placing on my right cheek. Both of us were trying to catch the breath, which seemed so hard for me as my heart clasps by his touch, standing by him this close, it's already safe to say I'm breathless. But it's not like I'm complaining, I'm liking it. I still close my eyes, afraid that if I open them, he would disappear. It's like a dream.

"I've missed you" his voice came out as a whisper, so soothing and loving.

"I've missed you too" my voice says the truth, yeah there I said it. I missed him even though it hasn't been more than 24 hours we've been apart.

No

No

No

Reality strikes me like hurricane, my eyes jolt open backing away from him and face him. He looks so disappointed, and confused maybe because I break the hug. In this very moment I hold the urge to not run back into his embrace and hug him senseless. I examine the guy who is standing in front of me, the one that I longed for, the one that I've ever loved, the one that I thought I can't live without. On the other way, the one who doesn't trust me, the one who broke my heart again and again, the one who question his own blood, the one who is not ready for all of this....

He admitted his love for me. He without even remembering me after the accident, he found his way to love me. If those thoughts weren't bothering me, I would be breakdancing and air fisting and jumping around right now. But this is different, our problem is not like some high school boy asks you out for a date saying he has a crush on you. Our problem is not that simple.

I have to double think, I don't know that I can believe him. As much as I want to, inside of me yelling for me to accept him. To take him back, my heart still doubt it. I can't afford to break it again. I can't get hurt, not anymore. It's like a little girl who accidentally pricks her finger with a thorn of a rose would never want to touch the rose again. I'm scared.

I compose myself cutting my own trance and face him.

"Bruno" I start.

"I know where's your bag? Is it in your room?" He start walking around, the house. I know he sense my thought. I know he already knew my thought.

"Bruno" I call him again still he ignores me and rambling something which I couldn't make out. It's something like, 'I'll take you home,' 'you'll come home with me'

"Bruno" I finally grab ahold of his hand to stop him.

"I'm not coming with you. You know it." His eyes wide open obviously shocked with my words. He cautiously look down the floor, still not believing what I said.

"Why?" his voice was trembling, so filled with pain.

"Is it him? Is it about him?" He asks, I know he's referring to Chris.