Into You (COMPLETE)

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13:

Emma's POV:

"Huh!" The hot stranger from behind says. His voice sounds so familiar but I can't really figure out who it is.

"Em, it's me, Jeremy" the hot stranger -Jeremy - adds as he leaves me. I rub my wrists and turn around.

"What the hell, Jer?" I ask him ridiculously.

"Couldn't you come up to me and talk to me like a normal person?" I add.

"I would do that but there's a problem." He says.

"And what will that be?" I ask him already tired of his stupidity.

"Well, somebody has been ignoring for almost two weeks now" He says and taps his chin, acting like he is thinking. That is when I realise that he is talking about me. I give him a sheepish smile and start walking towards the kitchen to grab some ice for my throbbing wrists.

"Why have you been avoiding me? Is it because of the kiss?" He asks me as he follows me to the kitchen. I don't know what to say so I don't face him and stand without look at him.

"Em, look at me!" He says a little gently, while walking towards me. I turn around but don't look at him in the eye. I can see his toes touching my toes, knowing that he is very close to me. His expensive perfume surrounds me but I concentrate on my legs. Oh wow, I have such nice looking legs. All they need is some nice nail polish. I will go to the salon soon to get them done...

Jeremy puts his hand under my chin and pushes my face up, I have nowhere to look but his eyes. I am speechless.

"Was it because of the kiss?" He asks me in a whisper that I could barely catch his words. I slowly nod my head.
"Why?" He adds on.

"Because I know you regretted it" I say in a whisper. He places his forehead on my forehead and shuts his eyes. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. I stand there not knowing what to do.

"Do you regret it?" I ask again when he doesn't say anything.

"Yes, I regret it" he says and it breaks my heart. I can't look at him as I have tears in my eyes, so I try to get out of his hold. But he holds me even more tighter than before. I look at him, confused. One of my tear slides on my cheek and he wipes it off with his thumb.

"I don't regret the kiss, I regret the way it happened" he assures me. I look him in the eye for any kind of lies. But I don't find anything other then certainty and honesty.

I give him a genuine smile and he hugs me. I hug him back as I fell somewhat dumb to ignore him. We pull apart.

"Now, show me your wrist" he says and start examining my wrists. You can see his fingerprints on my wrist.

"Does it hurt? I am so sorry" he says and starts pulling me towards the ensuite bathroom of my room. He makes me sit on the counter and looks for the first aid kit.

"Second cabinet to your right" I tell him where I kept the first aid kit. He grabs it and putting some cream. The situation feels so familiar, just our roles are reversed.

I look at him and can't stop but admire his face. His soft hair, sharp jawline, luscious pink lips and I am so jealous of his eyes. We have the same eye colour but he looks so much more sexier with them.