Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 53.: Annabelle

Nathan surprised me. I wouldn't have blamed him if he decided to just pass out, but he got up and fetched the wet wipes. I wasn't sure what his plan was, but I was too tired and too content with myself to say anything. I thought he would try and wipe off whatever he could off the sheets, but when I felt the damp and cold texture against my thighs, I figured he rose up to clean me. I knew he pulled out, I knew he'd do it if I asked him to do so, but when the walls were closing in on me as I was nearing the climax, I didn't really pay attention to where he finished.

I flinch when I feel the tissues against my skin. That is just me being over-sensitive, but I heard him grin lazily. He must've understood why I flinched, but with his confidence he could connect that to him being incredibly irresistible.

We don't talk at all and that suits me perfectly. I've had a great day with him and the ending was pretty enjoyable as well. Nathan, as sweet and attentive as he can be, tends to say things that are not always appreciated.

Once he is done getting me all clean, he drops down next to me on the bed. The AC he fixed for me by helping me clean it has been working like crazy and the temperature in the room has dropped quite a bit. It doesn't seem to bother Nathan, but we, women just like it when it's a bit warmer.

When I get a bit cold, I turn to my other side, a blessing since I've been on my left hip for long enough. He immediately sees what I want to do, so he stretches out his arm and lets me rest with my head on his shoulder. Lying like this, close to him warms me up a bit, but he pulls a duvet over us anyway. Pretty much everything a girl could want after being with a guy.

After that he is asleep in a matter of seconds, but I am wide awake all of a sudden, just like most of the nights. And like most of the nights I start to think. Usually that is about Mason and how much I miss him, but tonight, after I've had a close encounter with Nathan's family, I have plenty of other things to think about.

Somehow I find that even more infuriating than trying to understand why has Mason left me.

I gently run a finger over Nathan's chest and even though he is fast asleep, he stirrs and shifts a little.

You're pretty sensitive, aren't you?

I sigh against his skin and recall his anger when he spoke to his mother. I don't think I've seen anything like it before. People I know have had troubling childhood, but they never reacted the way Nathan has.

I look up at his resting face and think to myself: What happened, Nathan?

It's not like I can expect a straightforward answer from him. I've asked him the same question before, all I got was that a lot has happened, but according to his siblings, something must've only happened to him, he is the only one reacting so strongly. It's obvious he doesn't want to go into details, maybe because those memories are still alive for him, or is it shame that he feels?

Not shame for himself, I don't believe he has any, but I think that's what makes him so charming to women. He's not a serious man frowning at all times, he has that young-rebellious-and-hungry quality about him and once that is combined with his passionate personality, it is hard to resist him.

But that's what makes him so dangerous. He is a born heart breaker - attractive, charming and with a smile to die for. I think the moment I saw him smile at me for the first time I knew that. Once I accepted that I am in no shape for meeting other men, being around Nathan became easier. Caitlin's words have poisoned me, telling me I need to get out there, telling me I need a boyfriend, telling me all those men want me so badly. As much as it was nice to hear that, it definitely wasn't true, and Nathan was the first victim.