After Dusk

4.2

James

I knock on Roslyn's bedroom door, waiting for the okay to enter. "Come in." She says sleepily.

"Hey." I smile. "Your parents let me in." I look around the room. "Where's Jackie?" I ask when I fail to locate her in the room.

Roslyn leaves the room briefly and grabs a hairbrush from the bathroom. "She left earlier this morning." She sits down on the bed and begins brushing the knots out of her hair.

"I came over here to apologize to her. I would have done it last night but I wanted to give her some space." I explain.

"She's not here James. You don't need to explain yourself to me." She continues brushing her hair. "I'm not the one who's mad at you. I'm over it. Honestly."

"Well," I sigh. "Do you know where she went?" Roslyn turns and glares at me. "What?"

"You don't own her James. She can do whatever she wants, to wherever she wants, and see whoever she wants. She is her own person." Roslyn tells me as if to remind me.

"She's with Zack isn't she?" I ask rhetorically. I clench my fists at the thought of his hands on her.

Roslyn shrugs and smirks. "I suppose you could just read my mind and find out for yourself." She walks over to me and places her warm hand on my chest. "But that would just take all of the fun away, now wouldn't it?" She asks.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" I smile, grabbing on to her elbows, feeling her skin against mine.

"I don't know." She shrugs. "Is it working?"

I laugh at her unsure body language. "I think so." I bite my lower lip.

"You think so?!" She gasps, smacking my arm and pulling away from me. "You think so?" She shakes herself and smiles.

Roslyn walks away from me and pulls her shirt off. She flicks a piece of hair out of her face. I blow air out of my mouth, shocked. She turns back and looks at me. "What?" She asks.

I stand with my back pressed firmly up against the door, admiring her almost bare torso as she moves. Only a little pink bra covers the top half of her body, leaving me with a tingle in my body. "What are you doing?" I ask, clearing my throat.

Roslyn grabs a shirt from the closet. "I'm changing." She shrugs.

"Oh," I nod.

"What?" She shakes her head and stares at me. I stare back. "Oh, oh!" She exclaims, instantly blushing as all of the blood in her body rushes to her cheeks. "Well," she sighs. "Come here." She summons me over to her with just one little finger. She smirks and bites her lower lip as she pulls me closer to her. She wraps her arm around my neck and forces me to lean down towards her. Her lips graze against the skin on my ears. "Not a chance." She whispers.

I pull away from her, shocked at how she could be so cruel. "You are such a tease!"

Roslyn laughs, quickly putting her new shirt on and pulling it over her torso.

"Make up with Jackie and maybe we will talk." She grabs my hand and walks out of the room, releasing my fingers as she walks away.

Author's note: what do you guys think? Do you love their relationship or hate it? I love hearing your opinions.