Who She Is

~31~

Alyx's bruises^ (maybe not as severe looking but I couldn't find any good images on google of bruised ribs that didn't look worse than this.)

*Mature/Violence warning

Alyx's POV

"So, this is your room?" I ask when she flicks the light on. There's a queen bed against the middle of the wall, dressed in a white bedspread and a few throw pillows. A desk with a vanity mirror sits on the opposite wall. A straightener, a hairbrush, and some makeup are scattered on the desktop. The chair at the vanity has a couple of pieces of clothes thrown on it. There's a round rug in the center of the floor in front of a dresser. The duffel bag she usually keeps in her car is sitting on the floor by the bed. Other than that, the room is pretty bare. There's no pictures or posters hanging on the walls. I mean, it's a nice room and way bigger than mine, but it's just... plain.

"Well, it's really just one of Elaine's guest rooms, but she always lets me crash in here." Well, I guess that explains why it's so empty in here. It's not really hers to decorate. I wonder what her real room looks like.

"Oh, okay. So, why'd you bring me up here?"

"I wanted to kiss you," she says, bluntly. She looks up in my eyes and slowly licks her lips. She bats her eyes, stepping closer to me. "Do you want that, too?"

I take a dry gulp and nod. I can't believe it. It's like she read my mind. I've been wanting to since she took that shot glass from me earlier. The need to kiss her intensified seeing her get jealous. I want to ask her about that.

She steps closer to me, her heels clicking against the floor. She looks drop dead gorgeous; she always does. She stops right in front of me. My heart starts racing at the small amount of distance between us. She puts her forehead against mine and nudges my nose with hers. I flutter my eyes shut. She finally connects her red lips to mine. It feels like heaven every time this happens.

I sigh and relax into the kiss. She wraps her arms around the back of my neck, and I instantly put my hands on her waist, like they belong there. I don't have to lean down as much since her shoes make her taller than usual.

She steps closer, and I take one back. I can't have her body against mine; it'll drive me crazy. She steps forward again, causing me to take another backwards.

"Why are you running away?" she asks, breaking the kiss. She lowers her head, resting it against my collarbones. "You're still mad at me, aren't you?"

I stare down at the top of her head. "I was never really mad at you."

She lifts her head up and looks at me with sad eyes. "How could you not be? Even I was mad at myself. Did I tell you I was sorry last night? If I didn't, I am. I'm so sorry."

"You did. I forgave you, but you fell asleep when I was telling you."

"Did I hurt you?" Her voice comes out shaky.

I don't want to tell her and make her sad or cry. But yeah, it did hurt. "I didn't like hearing it. But if you didn't mean it, it's okay." I give her a small smile, trying to get her to believe me. I hate how sad she looks.

She puts her hand on my nape, pulling me closer to her. She stares deep into my eyes when she says, "I didn't. I didn't mean any of it. I don't think anything about you is pathetic. And the unwanted part... it's not that I didn't want to text you, I just couldn't at the time..." she trails off. "But I'm sorry for hurting you, Alyx."

She pulls me down and reconnects our lips, moving hers slowly before pulling my bottom lip between her teeth. She nibbles softly before letting go and touching it with her tongue. God, I love when she does that. It stirs something up inside me.