Wolfswood (Currently being re-worked)

Part 9

The drive home was filled with a comfortable silence as we left the ice-cream parlour. I felt his occasional stares as we pulled up to stop signs or red lights. His large hands rested on the gear shift and was gripping it so tightly his tanned skin was slightly white. As I looked at him I could see so obviously he was trying to look anywhere else but my face.

"So, why did your parents decide to move here?" He asked, glancing over slightly and smiling before accelerating forward.

"Well, it's just me and my mum and we just needed a change of scenery." I said, looking out of the car window watching the trees pass by. The streets becoming more and more familiar the closer you got to your new home. The house came into view and my heart starting racing, my stomach dropping, thinking of Asher having to leave, me not wanting to say goodbye. My body continued to betray me as I picture what it would be like if we could actually be together, what it would be like to have him in my home making jokes with my mum as he helped her cook or us studying for an upcoming test. Without meaning to my mind drifted into unsafe territory. Images of myself under him on my bed, the sheets tangled around our bodies, the noises I imagined he would make. My stomach tightened at my thoughts and I shook my head, hoping that Asher wouldn't notice the blush that crept up my neck onto my cheeks.

As soon as the car pulled up I grabbed my bag and jumped out, hoping to run from Asher and the thoughts I wanted to leave in the car and far away from my mind. I heard the car door shut and Asher walk behind me catching up quickly as I stopped at the door and turned to face him. His smile bright as he looked down at me.

"Thought I would walk you up here, didn't want you running into any trouble."

"Maybe you are the trouble I'm running from." I said, laughing slightly. Untucking my hair, hoping that the curls would hide me from the man in front of me. Asher leant into me, his hand reaching out and brushing his fingers against mine for a few seconds, I noted his hesitation. The same hand reaching up, his finger toying with a curl that fell near my face. I could feel the heat from his hand. My mind was racing, so far Asher Beckett had scrambled my brain, turning my brains and insides into mush.

"How are you doing this to me?" I whispered, more to myself than Asher.

"These feelings aren't one sided, everything you are feeling, I'm feeling too." His voice was as low as mine as he leant forward, his hand leaving my hair and traveling to my cheek.

"I want to tell you why, more than anything." He said, bringing his face closer to me and resting his forehead against mine.

"Maybe I don't want you to tell me."

"And why would that be Bella?"

"Because if I stay oblivious it will be easier for me to deny everything. Everything that I have been feeling for the past 28 hours or so." I said, looking up into his eye, finally looking into the dark pools of brown that now looked at me like I had just slapped him in the face.

"I've heard about your reputation and there isn't anything wrong with that I mean look at you, I'm sure everyone wants to have a crack, but I don't want to be just some girl that you fuck a couple of times and forget about." I said, looking into his eyes again, stepping back putting some distance between us. His eyes were wide, he looked like he was struggling to process the words I had just said to him and how he would respond.

"I- you- that's not what." Asher stuttered.

"You could never be anything like that to me, you are so special to me and if you just knew the whole story this would be so much easier for you to understand." He said, his hand holding mine once more. His fingers squeezing mine slightly.