When I finally got home exhausted couldn't be used to describe how I was feeling. I wasted no time in finding the shower. I pinned my hair up as I waited for the water to warm. The tension that was in my shoulders slowly left as the warm water hit against them. Could today had gone any worse. . . What was I supposed to with the whole Mal thing? The fact that she'd felt guilty about everything made me feel somewhat guilty myself. It had to be my fault she was thinking like that. If I'd only stop being so selfish I could've heard her side of the story and clear up all the misunderstandings in her head. If she'd thought it was her fault why did she even come back. . .that's a lot of bravery. She didn't even try to hide from me and our confrontations, she had actually wanted to talk about it. But I was too busy focusing on my own feelings to think about hers any at all.
The water decided to go cold, dragging me from the swirling storm in my head. I walked back to my room to get dressed. Being home alone meant I could literally walk naked and no one would be bothered. I shuffled through my wardrobe until I found a thin soft black material that resembled a dress. I threw it over my bare chest and watched as it stopped at my mid thigh.
My bed was soft under me as I closed my eyes trying to get some rest. The image of Mal's eyes reflecting fare made it's way behind my closed lids. It was so strange to see her looking at me like that. She was never afraid or at least she'd never showed it but today she seemed vulnerable. I couldn't be the cause of that vulnerability, could I?
My thoughts were interrupted by the banging of my front door. I opened my eyes contemplating on whether I should just ignore it or answer it. "Maybe they'll just get tired of waiting and leave" I thought to myself.
When the sound somehow became unbearable I reluctantly rolled out of bed and crept down the stairs. I opened the door a bit to catch a glimpse of who was outside before opening it fully. His golden locks were enough to tell me who he was. I opened the door wide enough so he could see the unimpressed look covering my face.
"What is it?" I asked, rubbing my fingers across my temples.
"What is it?" He repeated my question in the worst attempt of my voice I'd ever heard. He stared at me as if he was waiting for my reaction. If he only knew how dumb he sounded I'm sure he would laugh at himself.
"If you're done being immature, tell me what you want." I said to him while struggling to keep in my laughter.
"I've been waiting for you over an hour now. I'm sure you agreed to come over and work on the damn project today." He rubbed his hands over his hair, tugging slightly at the roots.
I was about to tell him that I would never agree to willing spend time with him before remembering that I actually did agree to something. Of course it would be something that I would never actually agree to do. I sighed to myself before stepping on the porch next to him and closing the door behind me.
"Wait you're wearing that thing?" He asked me with furrowed brows.
"It's just next door Jace, I'll be fine." I assured him with a little shrug.
"Yeah, but it's kind of. . ." His words drifted and so did his eyes. I followed his gaze that was glued to my breasts.
"Oh I see what you mean." I whispered, after noticing how my nipples were hard and very visible through the thin material. It wasn't anything to do with Jace but more so the cold air that was brushing against my skin. Despite that I couldn't stop the heat that was flowing to my cheeks.
"You can stop looking at them now." I hissed at him while turning and going back inside to change.
"Don't flatter yourself." I heard him shout at me from the porch.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody's
Romance"He was practically hovering over me, both his hands resting on my seat to support himself. My panting continued, with my body being pressed into the leather seat. His eyes were soft yet burning as if they were trying to tell me something but I was...
