If It Never Happened ⚣

Chapter 82: February 13th 2017

True P.O.V

My entire life has been a mess in my eyes. Everything never went the right way for me, everything seemed like it was always going to lead me into the darkness, where no one would save me, as I honestly believed I was a hopeless cause. Kind of messed up how they only generally seemed to care after I attempted suicide. Well, everyone but him. He cared before, he still cares now. No, it's not Kyle, Kyle maybe my best friend but he still believed the most used lie of a depressed person.

"I'm fine."

It's simple to say those words, its the effect the words take that are life changing. Listening to those words now, makes me wonder how anyone ever could believe them. They sound so, fake in my mind. Then again, I only ever told two people those words, and they never seemed to second guess them, never ponder if it was the truth, to wrapped up in there own life to see mine was falling apart, and those two words, never made it any better.

I can't my life hasn't not gotten better because it has, but one thing, one amazing thing is standing out to me. One thing I never thought was going to happen, one thing I've seen, but never really felt. Love.

Which was probably why I'm confused now.

Alister is kissing my neck, even after I flung batter and blue berries at him, he's still kissing me, well my neck but it's apart of me.

He is my boyfriend though, so I guess it's natural.

I tighten my legs around his waist, holding him closer to me. My back against the wall, near a door that I very certain either lead to a large bathroom, or a huge closet, which I didn't doubt he had, he has one, the rich bastard. It makes me kind of envious considering I live in a small closet like space so it's kind of sad considering his bathroom is probably bigger than my room. I should probably focus on him though.

His lips flutter up and down my neck all the way to just below my ear, he was obviously trying to find my weak spot, everyone had one, I did too and after a few nibbles around the lobe of my ear, Alister found mine. He knew it too, because I let out a light whimper, and felt him smirk against my neck, before he attacked said area with force, withdrawing a moan out of me. If he contiued with this, I was going to ge hard, which was easy, I mean look at him! He's a sex god, and the mafia thing only add's to it, that and the fact I'm not afraid of him. What's to be afraid of? His generally short brown hair is just long enough now, from where he's failed to get it cut, to grip. His brown silver hinted eyes are breath taking, and though he's kissing my neck like no one ever has, I can assure you, they are lit up with lust, darken with passion.

He continues to assult my neck, leaving marks, most likely as a sign of possession, before after a few tender hickeys, he pulls back with a satisfied look in his eyes. It warmed my heart to see him happy by just putting marks on me, Alister isn't really a smily person, his career partically denys him the chance to be relaxed, to show true happiness. He generally has a blank look on his face, a blank slate, he isn't like that in here, right now. He's happy. I made him happy. Well, my life is completed.

He looks me directly in the eyes, and I simply couldn't look away. His face is perfect. His eyes are perfect. He is perfect. He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against mine, somewhat shocking me as I hadn't expected it, it feels like a sacred thing.

"Can I kiss you?" Alisters asks me, his breath fanning over mine. My heart jumped and spead up, the butterflies in my stomach started up. He was asking for permisson. No one else asked for permission, even if it was a kiss, they took, without asking. HE was asking. If anything, it made me like him more than before, more than ever.

"Yes," I breathed back, and saw a small sweet smile appear on Alister face, before he ducked in to claim his prize. My lips. I felt his soft lips crash against mine, and it felt perfect. They fit together as if they were made for each other, molding together, we didn't fight for dominance, we both knew who was the dominant in the relationship, why fight for something when you knew you'd lose regardless? I'm not a person to give up, but is it really giving up when you lost before you started? I don't think so. So I let him lead the kiss.