Wild Baleigh love 2️⃣☑️

3. Impostor

All is fair in love and war.

"It's like half of me really wants to be with you and the other half just wants to be over you or rather above you."

"What a cheesy pick up line." I flip him off blushing as I take this time to return the first aid kit in his cabinet to hide my tinted cheeks.

"You always like my corny lines, don't you?"

Oh please. You don't know when to stop Ballice. I mumble inwardly.

"We should head down now, you're all cleaned up." I say closing the cabinet.

" But princess..." He trails sighing heavily.

"I know how you might be feeling right now Bally, but please try pushing it at the back of your head. Let's go?" I offer him a hand once I stop infront of him. He's sitting on the bed and his knuckles are now bandaged.

"How about these white wrappers around my fingers?" He pouts looking at his hands.

I fell in love with a baby I swear.

"White wrappers?" I raise a brow at him and I can't help burst out laughing at his crazy antics. "How dare you say that?" I ask in between laughter.

"Well... but what will I tell them?"

" Don't worry about it, if anyone asks you about it, just tell them I had you handcuffed and it got rougher half way, so I hurt you when---"

" Shit!" He groans cutting me off and I bite my lower lip hard trying to stifle my laughter.

"Solved?"

"Princess, I thought I was bad but you're the worst, not even worse." He's clutching on the sheets on his sides tight. Boy you don't have control. " I'm almost forgetting what Cassandra has just disclosed and I really want to tore you but let's go please before things get out of hold." He says standing up.

"Thank you." I say smiling deviously at him.

"You little she devil." He swears under his breath stretching his arms over his head and I chuckle padding towards the door as I shake my head. "Kellane?"

"Yes?" I turn around to look at him.

"I'm sorry about earlier." His face is now stiff, no snark.

"It's okay, I understand." I smile assuredly but he shakes his head.

"But still, I shouldn't have reacted that way. I don't want to ever raise my voice at you again." He States shyly lowering his head down shamefully.

"Bally look at me." I demand. He brings his eyes to me but they're somewhere on my face, they're not meeting mine. "Look at me." I demand again and this time his gaze meets mine.

"I'm sorry." He whispers. His eyes are slightly red and they're holding that icy colour. The colour they always hold when he's angry or in pain. How I wish I can warm them. I want them to have that warm ocean blue colour they always have.

"I just want you that's it. All your flaws, mistakes, smiles, giggles, jokes, sarcasm, corny lines, Everything. I just want you." I say my eyes not leaving his. " So when I tell you that I comprehend believe me, I really do."

He looks away and I move closer to him, pick his right hand. I give it a light buss and I drop it. "Don't hurt yourself again when you're mad, please try to control your anger, I'm not going to treat your wounds again if something like this happens."

"C'mon baby love." He pouts bringing his eyes back to me.

"You've not even given your nurse credit for cleaning your cuts, not even a simple thank you." I complain narrowing my eyes at him.