Delicate

Make You Mine (PUBLIC)

Juliet's POV

"What the actual fuck, Kelly. I know I slept around a lot in the past, but that was the past! Why do you have to go bringing that up? You're such a bitch," I muttered those last words, my eyes glaring at her back as she stormed away, plopping herself down on a chair to angrily shove her feet into her black boots.

She turned to face me as she tied the laces, her trembling hands missed the loop several times. "I'm not the bitch in this situation!" She stared at me, her eyes peering straight into mine as if she was trying to find something, I don't know what, in them. "I didn't flirt with another girl!"

My mouth gaped open, trying to figure out the right words to say. How could she assume all of these things without any actual evidence? Did she want me to flirt with other girls just so she could get mad at me like she always did? "How many times do I have to tell you? I wasn't flirting with her!" I was exasperated as this point, throwing my arms down in defeat. "Why can't you understand that I only see you?"

Her facial features softened a bit after hearing those words but her eyebrows remained arced. She carefully took off the boots that she never actually tied and walked towards me, whispering in a low and vulnerable tone, "she called you 'babe'".

"I'm yours. You know that," I reminded her softly, my fingers caressing her cheek. I looked up at her face and my heart thumped wildly. Our faces were so close to each other that I could feel the warmth of her breath. I moved her hair back behind her left ear with one hand and with the other hand, I rubbed her arm, soothingly, hoping it would calm her down.

She reached down to pick me up by my butt and gently place me on the kitchen counter. She leaned in between my legs and placed her hand on my thighs protectively. "You're mine," she whispered directly into my ear. "She might call you 'babe' and try to touch you but you're mine, okay?"

I smirked at her in the way that I knew would drive her crazy. I arched one of my eyebrows and bit my bottom lip in the most seductive way I could manage. "Make me yours."

"I hate that our best sex always comes after fights."

We were both lying on our backs on my bed. We were on my bed now, but we had really just been all over the place: the couch, the kitchen counter, the floor. Both of us were just catching our breaths now.

Turning to face her, I kissed her bare shoulder. "I hope you know that I'm loyal to you." It seemed like a common trend that Kelly would get really angry over jealousy. To me, she seemed really insecure about our relationship, like it would take any random bimbo to come walking by for me to cheat and leave Kelly. But I wouldn't do that. Especially not to Kelly. I really liked her.

It was true that in the past, I did sleep around quite frequently. It's not a bad thing. I like sex. So what? But that didn't mean that I was a player or that I wasn't fully committed to this relationship. In fact, if any one wasn't committed to this relationship it would be Kelly which is actually pretty ironic. She was terrified that I'll leave her but at the same time, she refused to put nearly as much into this relationship as I have. She wouldn't move in with me. She wouldn't meet my parents. She wouldn't share with me any intimate details about her past.

"It's just that you're so sexy; everybody wants you," Kelly hugged my side and I wrapped my arms around her. "You're literally a goddess. Like at the club last night, everyone was looking at you. I could see all these girls trying to talk to you. And some of those girls were way prettier than me."

I hated when she put herself down like that. "Oh my god, shut up. That's so untrue and you know it. You are the sexiest, hottest, most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. I am so attracted to you, you have no idea. Like whenever I see you, I'm always having to fight the urges to just take you right then and there. And people only hit on me in clubs because I look nice and easy. You're too perfect; it's unobtainable."

I wasn't even lying; Kelly was actually so gorgeous. She had straight, light brown hair that reached all the way to her lower back. Her mom was from Puerto Rico so she had some distinctly Latina features that I absolutely adored like her tan skin, thicker eyebrows, large breasts, and her large butt. But she was also half Italian so she had European features as well, like her green eyes and freckles on her nose and her cheek which drove me crazy.

"Yeah, right." I looked over at her and I could tell that she was pleased by what I said. One thing that I had learned about right when I started having relationships with women was that all they really wanted was to be complimented.

"I'm serious, Kell."

She smiled at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Her smile is actually the cutest little thing about her. Her eyes crinkle up and her joyful expression just exudes happiness. It's so contagious. I can't help but smile whenever Kelly smiles.

She kissed my ear, slowly working her way down to my neck, sucking on the skin.

"You're going to give me a hickey!" I giggled, partly because I was extremely ticklish and partly because I was growing rather turned on.

"Yeah, so if any red headed bitch tries to flirt with you again, she'll know that you're mine."

Most people get really turned off by jealousy. They say it reveals an ugliness — a possessive monster — in your partner. For some reason, for me, it was the opposite. Sure, it got frustrating when Kelly would get angry over something stupid like what happened today, but the way she called me hers really turned me on. And she knew it, too. She began to move downwards, kissing my chest, my breasts, my stomach...

As I was putting on clothes, getting ready to go back to the office, I decided to test my luck. We had a nice talk, and some nice sex. Maybe that would make her more open to things she turned down originally.

"Kell," I paused buttoning my shirt for a moment. "Do you want to move in with me?" I saw her frown and begin to open her mouth so I interjected, "I mean, I know you don't want to move too fast, but you're here all the time anyway. It's honestly the sensible and uh, financially wise option. I mean, now you don't have to pay rent for an apartment you're barely in. Plus, this building has a pool and a rooftop deck! And there's a parking garage and a doorman! And —"

"Babe, you're rambling again."

I took a deep breath. "Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I'd really like for you to live with me. We can make this apartment ours."

She sighed, leaning against my backboard, contemplating what to say next. "Look, I like you a lot obviously. You're funny and smart and kind and sexy, but we've only been dating a few months. I don't want to jump into this too quickly. Being all U-Haul lesbian has really bit me in the ass in the past."

"Tell me about what happened," I pleaded, leaving my shirt half unbuttoned. "I want to know more about you. I wish that you'd tell me about your life."

Kelly scowled, her eyes staring off out the window. "Not right now. It's just... uh, too much."

That annoyed me so much especially because I was a very transparent person. Whenever I had a problem with a friend or a sibling, I'd tell Kell all about it. I told her about all the things that I was the most ashamed of. I told her that I had cheated on several girlfriends before and that I've regretted it since then. I told her about my sleeping around. I told her about what a struggle coming out was. I told her about my hopeless first crush on a straight girl. I told her about my parents' divorce and how it affected me. I was honest about everything, yet I still knew almost nothing about Kelly.

All I knew was her name: Kelly Conforti. I knew that her dad was Italian and her mom was Puerto Rican. I knew that she could speak Spanish fluently. I knew that she was from a little town twenty minutes away from Los Angeles. I knew that she went to Columbia and has lived in the city since then. I knew that she had some really bad past relationship, but she wouldn't talk about that. Never. Even now that we were already three months in.

"Fine, whatever." I buttoned up my shirt, put on a blazer, and left. This girl was honestly someone I could see myself with for the rest of my life, but she wouldn't let me in. It was incredibly frustrating.

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