You are mine

chapter 39

"I don't wanna go." I pulled at his sleeve.

Hope going on and off in my eyes as I expectantly look at him.

He steels his eyes from me,"I know."

"So that means..." I can stay?

"No." He answers the question that's been lurking at the tip of my tongue spreading disappointment inside of me.

I look down, crushing a pebble under my feet suddenly feeling awkward standing in front of him as he leans his back against his car with his hands stuck in his jeans' pockets.

"I'll uh," I tightened my grip on the strap of my bag that contained all my items,"I'll just leave then."

I try to crack a smile at him but his hawk like eyes keep observing me under the shadows of those mysterious curled up lashes.

He doesn't smile.

"I'll stay in the car until your dad arrives and drives you off safely." His distant eyes focused on my apartment building now.

I turn to glance at the familiar building.

All the memories start to flood in. Me living there with Emma...

Will Emma still be staying there?

My eyes furrow at the thought of having apartment all to myself when she left to stay with Jake. She wasn't comfortable anymore.

Who would be?

"You should leave now. He might be coming any minute now."

I hum not finding the courage to look him in the eyes anymore.

It was too shameful to keep begging him to let me stay with him. After all he had more important things than me. I just couldn't be a burden at his shoulders when he didn't want me to.

But going back to my family...

Tears stung at the back of my eyes and I inhaled deeply.

Not this time.

Not in front of him.

I brace myself under the crushing heat of the sun overhead. It was way too hot today. Even wind was unable to compensate for the heat of the glaring sun. I didn't blame wind however.

"Come here."

My head snap up to him as if waiting for his call only as my queasy steps lead me towards him.

My body stiffens all over as his palm rests on my waist.

Something about it out in the open makes me awfully nervous as I drop my gaze to his white tank top.

The fingers of his other hand start fixing the hem of my scarf, as he brushes few speaking strands from my forehead under the fabric. Feeling the heat creep up my cheeks at the brush of his palm on my forehead I shift backward just for his hand on my waist to bring me back in place.

"Stay still." He orders.

His voice held enough command alone that he removed his other hand from my waste, knowing I wont move away again and runs the edges of both of his palms down my temples, to my cheeks with his forefingers pushing the stray strands inward followed by his thumbs folding the hem of the fabric inward, away from my cheek bones.

"Make sure it stays still as well." He eyed the the scarf all over then gave a satisfactory nod to himself.

My eyes seemed to stay stuck on him.

There was a time when he would scorn at my scarf. And now he's advising me to keep it on.

Who was this person!