Under the Bad Boy's Spell

A three letter word

The way his lips moved in sync with mine, ignited something deep down inside of me. Only then, did reality hit me. I pushed him away and snapped at him.
"What do you think you're doing, Caspian?" I screamed. My heart ached to yell at him like that, but he brought it upon himself.
"You can't just kiss me and assume everything will be alright." Everyone had stopped and were staring at us.
"Becca, I regret it everyday of my life. Every second without you is torture to me. I am an idiot, I know that. I can't carry on like this. I love you." He stared into my eyes.
"I find it hard to believe, Caspian. Ever since we got back together, all you have been doing is hurting me." I said, louder than I wanted to.
"I am sorry, Becca. I really am. I was stupid and behaved irrationally. I want to take it back. I want to take it all back." He stepped forward, closing the space between us.
"I am sorry, Caspian, but I can not. I can't keep pretending that I am not going to be worried that you might end up with Meghan again. I can't pretend that I hate seeing you with her either, but you made a choice and now you must bare the consequences." I turned my back on him and walked towards the exit.
It was raining cats and dogs outside. My car was across the parking lot. I walked across the parking lot. "Becca!" I heard Caspian's voice calling after me.
I started to walk faster. The longer I stayed in his presence, the more my wall began to fall. The wall I worked extremely hard on to built.
He caught up with me and gently wrapped his fingers against my wrist, pulling me into his chest. I tried to look anywhere but him. He placed his finger on my chin and lifted my head so that we would make direct eye-contact.
"You are the only girl I love, Becca. You are the only girl I ever loved." He started. The longer he proceeded talking, the more my borders began to tumble down into asses and blew away with the wind.
He placed his hand on the small of my back and pulled me towards his body. His other hand held my chin while he swooped his lips down on mine. At first I didn't want to give in, but I felt his desperation for me to kiss him back, and I honestly needed it more than he did.
I deepened the kiss and tangled my hand through his soaking wet hair. The rain came falling down hard upon us from the heavens. I pulled away from his lips and he rested his forehead against mine.
"You are definitely the bad boy." I chuckled and caressed his arms.
"Good girls love the bad boys, don't they?" He smirked and wiped my hair out of my face.
"Every girl wants a bad boy who will be good just for her." I commented before I looked up into his eyes.

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"You should get some sleep. I take it you didn't get much sleep after, you know, Paris." Caspian said as he had his arm draped around my shoulder on the couch.
"Could you?" I asked. I wanted to know if he missed my presence as much as I missed his, if he missed my touch as much as I missed his and if he missed my voice as much as I missed his.
"No, no I couldn't." Caspian placed a lingering kiss on my temple. "You should wear your glasses more often. You look cute in them." He smiled.
"I will wear them just for you." I teased.
He pulled me into a side-hug, squeezing all the air out of my lungs. "I missed you, Becca."
"I missed you too, Cas." I smiled and squeezed his arms.
He unwrapped his arms and fell back into the couch. I reached for the remote on the coffee table and pressed play. We were watching an episode of Bones. Halfway through the second episode, Caspian's phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket and answered the call.
"Hello?" I could faintly hear the voice that spoke to him. It was a high-pitched, girlish voice. It sounded distressed. Caspian hung up and rose from the couch in a hurry.
"What's wrong?" I asked curiously. Whoever called him, desperately needed his help. Perhaps it was Celeste. Perhaps she was in trouble.
"A friend of mine. Umm, I need to go somewhere. Make yourself at home." Without further explanation, he left.
I stared at his retreating figure as he yanked open the front door, letting a cold draft inside, before he closed it behind him. What was so important? Who called him and why?
Why did he leave so hastily? It was like he didn't want me to go with him. I shook my head and stood up from the couch. Caspian is a nice guy, he probably went to help a friend in need.
I took the stairs up to his room and turned the doorknob. I entered his room and walked towards his closet and dressed in one of his shirts. I pulled the material to my nose and inhaled his cologne.
I climbed into his bed and covered myself with the covers. The moment my head hit the pillow, I was out cold. I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of nothing in particular.
Sometime through the night, the door to his room opened. Caspian entered his room and saw me in his bed. His lips curved into a soft smile and he walked towards his bed. He sat down next to me and placed a kiss on my temple. I opened my eyes when his cold lips made contact with my clammy forehead. His expression was sad and regretful.