Will He? (Leighade)

17: Keep My Word/RPG

Jade

As Leigh lie in my arms, asleep, I couldn't help but to remember all of the shit I put her through. 

It never came to my thick head that I was hurting her by not being faithful and telling her she's the reason. That's fucked up on so many levels.

She was so good to me in the beginning and remained good until that night when she figured out my infidelity. Since then, it's been constant heated arguments.

She was right; we were killing each other slowly.

I couldn't help the sinking feeling in my chest as all of that swirls in my mind. Especially so with her wrapped in my arms, in her birthday suit, and snoring lightly in my ear. I sigh sadly, placing a light kiss on her temple.

She makes a content noise, snuggling closer to me. That eased the guilt a bit since she seemed happier now, but knowing her, what we did was simply to fill a void we both had.

It wasn't healthy for either of us. Though, when you miss and crave something you're so used to having on a regular basis, and you finally get it back, even for a moment, it's a whole new wave of euphoria that goes through you.

That was this woman in my arms to me.

I'd go as far as to call her a drug because the last few hours of "pretending" had me feeling so high. My head was spinning and every nerve in my body went haywire.

Even though she wanted me to pretend we were lovers in the moment, I treated it as if we were. Every touch, kiss, word, lick; showing all of the genuine love I should've given her from the get go.

I mean, I am and always have been deeply in love with her, but because of my history; me falling in love at a young age and getting severely heartbroken, my ways were a defense mechanism. Though, I've only had sex with those women.

I only ever made love to Leigh. Tonight, I made sure I reminded her of the first and last time. I had a feeling that it was just that; the last time.

A sudden, faint rap on her front door startles me from my thoughts. The little jump I did caused her to stir. "What's wrong?" She asked groggily. I smile to myself at how cute she was with her eyes still closed.

"Someone's at your door," I tell her. She groans and lets out a deep, irritated breath. "They'll leave eventually," she mumbles, getting as close to me as possible. Just as she got comfortable and I even closed my eyes, the knocking gets harder and more persistent.

She sits up abruptly, throwing the covers from her and getting up, mumbling curses to herself as she got dressed in shorts and her robe. I sit up, watching her as she smooths her hair a bit to look a little presentable.

"Who the fuck could be banging on my door at two in the bloody morning?" She then leaves the room, obviously crossed. I suppress a laugh because it was always amusing to see her agitated like this.

I relax back onto her soft pillows, listening to her rapid, hard footsteps descending the stairs. I close my eyes, trying to remember all of our best moments and smiling to myself.

Though, my minute of paradise was cut short when I suddenly hear shouting on Leigh's end. I sit up, looking down to concentrate on making out what she's saying, but it was too muffled.

I untangle myself from her sheets and began to dress myself in just my shirt and my joggers. I then slip out of the room quietly to see what all the fuss is about. I get to the top of the staircase, listening closely as her voice as it gets clearer.

"Why the fuck are you here? I don't wan to see you and I have nothing to say to you! So fucking leave!" I then hear a lower voice, but couldn't make out a word. Though, I had a feeling I knew exactly who it was.