Confessions of a Queen Bee

Chapter 45

Authors Note! Hi this is very long so i apologise lmao. i HOPE YOUS ENJOY. remember to vote and comment! I love hearing your opinions:) 

Jackson sets my bags at the bottom of the stairs and then looks back at me. His eyes darting around my face a little. I meet his eyes and give him a small smile, trying to reassure him that everything was okay.

Everything wasn't really ok, and I knew he needed to know that.

God, how everything has just suddenly changed.

"Ivy are you even listening?" Jacksons voice startled me and I place my hand over my heart to steady myself.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said do you just wanna chill upstairs? Ives, what's going on? You seem so out of it. Are you anxious?" He asks taking a step back towards me, I'm stood by the bottom of the stairs and he had walked a little away heading towards the kitchen.

As he moves towards where I was standing, clearly not hiding my emotions very well, Jackson links his fingers with mine. Wanting more than to just feel his warm hand engulf mine, I walk into his side again, giving him another hug.

"Now I know something's definitely wrong, you and stress and affection don't ever go hand in hand. Ivy? What's up?" Jackson says referring to the fact that when I'm normally not feeling ok, it's always a restricted physical contact time.

I look up at him and my hands find their way to his face. The feel of my own hands against his freshly shaved skin makes me happy. It's calming.

I sigh. "Nothing's wrong, I'm sorry. It's just, you know how much you mean to me right?"

Jackson places his hands over mine and pulls them away from his cheeks to his lips, placing a brief kiss on my palms. His eyes once swirling with emotion, settle on a dark emerald. Clearing everything else and staring down at me with an emotion I haven't seen on him before. 

"I know."

Jackson satisfied that I was done speaking goes to move away but I don't let go of his hand.
He smirks down at me but before he pulls totally away I press his chin down gently so I could reach him and stand on my tiptoes to connect my lips with his.

I am being unbelievably selfish, I knew this, but I wanted him to stop holding back. I just wanted him to kiss me properly. In the time we had left together.

Jackson moves his lips gently against my own, pulling me so we were stood flushed, my arms wrapping in bliss around his neck.

But I didn't want the small crackle of electricity, I wanted the full-on lightning bolts.

So I take matters into my own hands and took control of the kiss. As i pull Jackson's bottom lip between my teeth, I can't help but feel proud as I hear a deep hum of approval from him. This immediately changes the tone of the kiss and I take this opportunity to deepen it, connecting my tongue with his.

I could feel it, this growing heat between us, as we stand literally in the doorway to his kitchen. The way my veins felt fuelled by his touch, the way all I wanted was to squeeze him to me. I felt as if I would suffocate him if I fully let him see how much affection I felt towards him.

Jackson takes his hands and runs them up through my loose hair, and I smile against his lips as he too kisses me back with a matching passion. 

Suddenly though his fingers grab onto my scalp slightly and he pulls my head away from his, our lips disconnect and my eyes jump open in surprise at the abrupt change.

Taking in Jackson's flustered face, I notice his breathing is just as erratic as mine. His eyes appearing darker and conflicted.

"Ivy what are you doing?" He asks, his forehead coming to rest down on mine. It honestly felt as if we were the only two people in the world right now.