Just A Random Story

Chaper 5

~his pov~

"Call her."

The words sliced through the heavy silence of the room, hanging in the air like a dark cloud. For a moment, I couldn't process what she had said. Call her? My throat tightened, and I managed to choke out a response. "What?" My voice was low, a mere whisper of confusion. Why would she want me to call Kendra? Wouldn't that only exacerbate everything?

"I want you to call her." Her voice was steady, yet her eyes betrayed a storm of emotion beneath the surface—something brittle, like she was balancing on a razor's edge, ready to snap at any moment.

My mind spun, a whirlwind of thoughts crashing against each other. Why? Why would she want that? I stared into her eyes, desperately searching for answers, but all I found was a fierce determination that made my chest constrict with unease. "Why?"

She stepped closer, her voice softening, almost pleading. "I want you to call her and tell her the truth. Tell her you left her for me. If you do that, I'll know for sure you love me more than her."

My heart plummeted. What? This was a test, I could feel it—an unspoken challenge clawing its way to the surface of her words. I looked down at the phone she was offering me, her hand outstretched as if it bore the weight of the world. My gaze flicked back to her face, searching for a hint, a crack in her resolve.

This felt wrong—unnatural. Would this make her happy? Would it fix whatever fear was festering in her heart? She assured me it would. But calling Kendra? Saying that?

I hesitated, my mind racing through a labyrinth of thoughts. "Is this really what you want me to do? This will make you happy?"

I'd do anything for her. I knew that. But this—this felt like stepping into quicksand.

"Yes." Her response was curt, and the silence stretched between us like a taut wire, ready to snap.

I looked into her eyes, and for a fleeting moment, I glimpsed the truth. She loved me, but lurking beneath the surface was something more—an ache of insecurity. She wanted me to prove it, to show that I belonged entirely to her, without any lingering shadows of my past life with Kendra. She needed assurance that I was hers alone.

With trembling hands, I reached out and took the phone from her grasp, its cool surface grounding me momentarily. My fingers felt numb, disconnected from the gravity of the situation. I could feel her gaze burning into me, a fierce intensity that threatened to consume me. Is this really what she wants? Would this ease her insecurities?

I started dialing, but halfway through the number, I heard it—a scoff. Sharp and bitter. I looked up, and her expression had twisted into something painful, something raw.

"You love me, huh? If you love me so much, why do you remember her phone number?" Her voice dripped with accusation, her eyes flashing with hurt.

Damn her. She had tricked me. My throat tightened, and frustration surged like a tide. "I do love you!" My voice cracked, desperation lacing my words. "We were together for two years. Forgive me if I can't erase her from my mind completely. She was a part of my life."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt the impact of my mistake. Her eyes darkened, a tempest of sorrow and fury swirling within them.

"Oh, so what? You love her more than me?" Her voice trembled, each word cutting into me like a knife. "God, why did I ever come back? I knew this would happen. As soon as I found out you married that whore, I knew she had her claws in you. I knew you'd never really want me."

She was crying now, her voice breaking under the weight of her fears. My heart twisted in my chest, guilt and panic mixing into a storm of emotions. She doesn't understand.

I stepped toward her, closing the gap between us. "No. No, you've got it all wrong. I could never love her more than I love you." My voice was thick with emotion as I cupped her face in my hands, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palms. "I could never love anyone the way I love you. You are the sun and water to my flower. You are the light of the moon, casting your glow over me. You are my soulmate."

She trembled under my touch, her sobs quieting as I pressed soft, desperate kisses against her neck, whispering fervent words into her skin. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Each kiss was a plea, each word a prayer. She leaned into me, her body surrendering to the warmth of my affection.

"Say it again," she whispered, her voice fragile, her lips trembling with emotion.

"I love you," I breathed, the words spilling from me like a confession, each syllable heavy with longing.

She moaned, a soft and vulnerable sound that sent a wave of heat coursing through my veins. I pressed myself against her, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. She kissed me back, harder, and for a fleeting moment, everything else faded away.

"Say you'd do anything for me," she breathed against my lips, her body melting into mine.

"I'd do anything. Everything for you, my love." And I meant it. Every word.

She stepped back, her eyes gleaming with something fierce, something hungry. "Good."

Then, in a swift motion, she pulled her shirt over her head, and we fell into each other, lost in the heat of the moment, surrendering to the desire that consumed us.

Later

She emerged from the shower, droplets of water glistening on her skin, each one catching the light like diamonds. Her hair hung damp and curling at the ends, framing her face in a halo of softness. She sat beside me, our bodies close, and looked at me with those same eyes—soft, full of love, yet shadowed by something unnameable.

I gazed at her, feeling once more that overwhelming sense of being lost in her. Hopelessly, utterly in love. She was everything. The only thing that mattered.

The Next Day

The morning light filtered through the curtains, warm and golden, as I sat at the kitchen table, watching her sip her coffee. Her hair was messy from sleep, and she looked peaceful, radiating an effortless beauty. But then, as if a storm cloud had rolled in, she said it again.

"I want you to call her."

I sighed, the tension creeping back into my chest like a thief in the night. "Why would I call her? She's not a part of my life anymore."

She looked at me over the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes piercing, studying me as if trying to decipher a riddle. "I know. I'm sorry about yesterday. I got upset. It's just... you should call her and tell her the truth. She deserves to hear it from you."

I frowned, confusion knitting my brow. Why was she pushing this? Just yesterday, she had spat venom at Kendra, calling her a whore, and now she cared about her feelings?

"I still don't see why I should call her. I put her in the past. She's not relevant anymore."

She set her coffee down, her face suddenly serious, a shadow of concern crossing her features. "But you haven't put her in the past. What if she's looking for you? What if she finds us and does something—because you broke her heart?"

Her words gave me pause. I hadn't thought about that. Could Kendra really be searching for me? Would she come after us, like a specter from my past?

"Okay," I said slowly, the logic of her argument taking root. "I'll call her. But if this is another test..."

"It's not. I promise. Just call her. You said you'd do anything for me, right?"

She was right. I had said that. And I meant it.

I took the phone from her hand, the weight of it suddenly heavy with the implications of what I was about to do. I began dialing, glancing at her one last time. She looked... nervous. Almost scared.

"Press call," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling the gravity of the moment press down on me, then hit send.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. My heart thundered in my chest. And then, from the other end, I heard her voice—clear, piercing, and filled with a thousand memories.

"Hello?"