Finding You

Chapter fourteen: Beauty through the pain...

Paisley's POV:
After attacking me he picked his bike back up again. Why was he acting like this all of a sudden? He's kissed me, he's held my hand, he's grabbed me by my waist, and he's hugged me but never made out with me. Never whispering to where I could feel his minty warm breath on my neck. I was so lost in thought that when we'd gotten to his building I hadn't realized.

"We're here beautiful," he said excited. The smile spread across his face was priceless. I laughed really hard at it. He looked at me pouty.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked pretending to be angry. This made me laugh even harder. I barreled over my face now towards the ground. He started to laugh at me. He sounded like a broken windex bottle. I continued to laugh my cheeks hurt, and my stomach was in pain. Then suddenly I snorted very loudly. I only did that when I really laughed.

I covered my mouth very quickly. He looked at me laughing now sounding like a windex bottle and a hyena. I uncovered my mouth and laughed at him. When the laughter finally subsided we faced one another. He looked at me smiling, "I'd never heard you laugh like that before," he chuckled thinking about it.

"I could say the same," I laughed just thinking about the noise coming out of his mouth that he called a laugh. He began to chain his bike in its designated spot. And we walked up the black wooded stairs. I haven't been here in a while. The last time I'd come here was a night I didn't wanna go home about two months ago. He'd let me crash on the sofa and brought me to school the next morning.

When we'd reached the door he turned to me. "I'm sorry if the house is a mess doll face," he said nervously. I chuckled, "Babe it's fine." He smiled again. I couldn't get enough of his smile. After unlocking the door he held it open for me to walk though. I did a curtsy upon entering as if I was a princess.

"Welcome home," he stated pleased. The room was a pale yellow color. The lighting rustic and vintage. It was very dim which complimented the walls. The living room and kitchen from what I could see of them, from the door way were very well furnished. His color scheme was black, white, and grey. It was very nice. His apparent was in general. Sorry about the mess my ass. He lured me towards his room. Turning on the light to a charcoal grey room. I stood in the door way all shy. He laughed at me and pulled me into the room.

"Why ya so scared P?" He asked like he had me beat. I stepped up to him boldly. He smirked at the idea of me being confident.

"I'm not scared," I stuck my tongue at him. He laughed at me handing me a T-shirt of his, and some bottoms he'd kept of mine Incase I'd ever stay the night again. I'm so stupid for giving him shorts. I'm 200 pounds, fat, and don't look good way to go P!

"I'll be back," I told him walking out the room heading for his bathroom. It was only two doors down. The hall closet separated his room and the bathroom. When I'd gotten in I locked the door. I'd always done that even when I was at home. As we all know my father was an alcoholic. He's tried to force himself on me numerous times. I turned the water on very hot I enjoyed writing on the mirror after I'd get out.

I tried to shower quickly. Everything he washed with smelled nice. I don't know why but I didn't mind using it. Don't get me wrong I'm very feminine, and I wouldn't do this on the daily. But the masculinity behind this smell was amazing.

When I got out I dried my body, and wrapped him hair in the towel. Who would've though I'd left my black short shorts with him. He'd given me a black graphic T-shirt to put on. Before I unlocked the door to walk out I let down my hair, and placed everything in the hamper. My long blonde hair hung to my butt.

When I'd walked out he wasn't on the couch where I thought he'd be. I walked into the room and he was playing his guitar. His hair was messy from taking off his shirt I assume. He's fineeeeeeeeeeeeee. God damn!

"You're drooling," he remarked catching me in a daze. I'd shut my mouth quickly and began to blush. I hated having pale white skin you can see the pink in my cheeks. "It's okay rosy," he laughed placing his guitar on the floor.

I walked over to him. He pulled me in between his legs. Holding me on my rather wide waistline. I hated when he held me close. He could probably feel he fat that I tried to hide underneath everything I wear. He pulled me into his lap. I followed his command wrapping my legs around his waist.

"You're beautiful," he told me running his fingers through my hair. I moved my face. He looked at me puzzled. "Stop acting like that babygirl," he guided my face back to meet his, "no matter your size you're still beautiful." I began to cry. He held me to him tightly.

"Shhh it's okay," he whispered into my ear. I sat up once again and smiled through my tears. Not giving myself a chance to catch my breathe I kissed him. I kissed him passionately for the first time. It wasn't nothing anymore. He meant something to me and he always has. This is proof of it! He's so gentle, and sweet, and kind, and loving, and caring. I love him. I can't fight that anymore.

He picked me up and placed me gently onto the bed. He was now standing between my legs kissing me. I couldn't tell him to stop. I was enjoying feeling beautiful while it lasted. Then he slide his hands under the shirt. Feeling around but I didn't care. I sat up and allowed him to lay down. I took off the shirt climbing onto him quickly.

I kissed his lips gently while he gripped my waist. I started to kiss his neck urgently. Then without even noticing I started to leave marks. Hickeys trailed the left side of his neck. He didn't care though. He laid there feeling around while I left love bites all over. Pulling at waist band I crawled off and slid the shorts slowly down my body. His jaw dropped. That's when I knew he couldn't be lying when he said I was beautiful.

I climbed back over him. He seemed to want me to keep control. I don't know why though. He knew just how to have complete power over me. I trailed my fingers gently and slowly down his torso. His eyes widened. He then pinned me to the bed...

and the rest is history.
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To be continued...