He's The Man

Chapter 43

He's The Man

~Jordans POV~

I watch Leila sleep with a whispered smile, aside from the bruises and scrapes, she looks relaxed and you almost can't tell that she had been attacked by a phsyco path just hours ago.

The police had long left her house so now it was just me and Leila, and her mom of course who looked exhausted and was passed out on the single couch right beside us.

I sigh, putting my head in my hands, I look at Leilas peaceful form once more and a deep dread washes over me. Where are we going to go from here? When she has time to think about all of this, and she will, what will she decide? That I'm a piece of shit? That's she hates me and never wants to see me again? I couldn't blame her, but the thought her leaving me again leaves a gross feeling in my stomach and an empty feeling in my heart.

She's left me before, and that was before she knew the truth. I don't think I could handle her leaving me again.

I reach out and gently squeeze her hand, longing to feel some kind of reassurance from her. Almost instantaneously she squeezes my hand back and mumbles incoherently.

I glance quickly at her sleeping mother before leaning foreword on my elbows and resting my forehead against Leilas. A ghost of a smile plays on her lips and I can't help myself. Slowly I ease foreword and place my lips on hers. I still when her eyes flutter open, a guilty smile replacing my puckered lips.

She giggles and I let out a warm sigh. "I've missed that sound." I whisper, refusing to take my eyes off of her. Leilas cheeks heat up and she slowly shakes her head.

"I'm sorry." She responds. I frown and subconsciously my hand goes to the cut on her temple, wanting to take away all of her pain.

"Why are you apologizing to me? You have nothing to be sorry for." And I mean it. If only Leila knew how terrible I really was, that I don't deserve to even be in presence right now.

"I'm sorry about Damon, and you know..." She trails off quietly. I can't help but to laugh. I try to stifle the sound, remembering that Leilas mom is just feet away.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Leila asks, a confused expression painted on her face.

I shake my head slowly before tucking her brown hair behind her ear. "Because you're absolutely insane." She continues to frown so I quickly continue. "After this night, and all that you've been through, you're apologizing to me? Leila, I should be at your feet begging for forgiveness right now."

She sits up and takes my hand, gesturing to her mother, I follow her out of the room and into the kitchen. The moon illuminates Leilas blue eyes which are filled with unshed tears.

"Jordan, I know that what's happened today was crazy...but it gives me no excuse for the way I acted. I was so cruel to you-" She stops and covers her mouth, willing the lump in her throat away.

I quickly take her into my arms and hold her close. Leila has no idea how fucked up this entire situation is. I haven't had a moment to talk with Ramona, but I know she'd want me to tell Leila about the bet myself.

"Leila, I-" I gaze down at her and stop. There's no way I can lay this on her tonight. Not tonight, not after all this shit with that crazy asshole Formiller. My finger gently skates over her cut lip which is slightly swollen as she looks at me expectantly.

"What is it?" She whispers.

"I-I just wanted to tell you that you have nothing to be sorry for and that I'm so happy you're okay." My frown deepens and I quickly correct myself. "I mean, I'm glad you're alive." I softly kiss the bruised bump on her cheek, then the one on her forehead.

I grin as she points to her lip. "I think you missed this one." She whispers suggestively.

"I think I did too." I shake my head with amusement before capturing her mouth with my own. I feel my whole body relax as I lose myself in this kiss with her. This is what I want. This is what I need, just Leila.