Milo Ventimiglia Imagines

I'm Sorry

Imagine getting upset with (adult) Jess but as soon as you get a minute alone you immediately regret it so you run to him to make up for your moment of stupidity.

     We were sitting in Jess' truck as he desperately tried to apologize, "Look Anna I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean-" I finally snapped as tears cascaded down my cheeks, "You know what Jess just stop! Don't come near me and don't talk to me." I pushed the truck door open and climbed out the vehicle, making my way into my house. I shut the door behind me and the sound of the clicking handle my heart sink to my stomach and I dropped all my things on the floor. 

     What have I done? As much as he tries to mask it he is fragile, what if I just ruined everything? By the time I opened my front door back up he was already starting to pull out the driveway, "WAIT!" He didn't, because he was listening to what I told him to do, I told him to stay away, it was my fault this was happening. I quietly thanked whatever deity existed that he only lived down the street from me and started running as fast as I could. I knew I wouldn't beat him to the house but I also knew that I could cut it pretty close. 

     By the time I reached his house he was getting out of the truck, clearly upset with me but I couldn't blame him. He shook his head at me, "You tell me to stay back and not to talk to you but then you chase me down the street? I don't know what you want me to do!" I grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him down and crashing our lips together. It only took him a moment to start kissing me back, wrapping his hands around my hips and pulling our bodies together, deepening the kiss. We only broke the kiss when we both needed air and he chuckled before I spoke, "You're the only person I have ever really loved Jess, I can't lose you." He smiled and gave me a short but loving kiss, "Don't worry baby, I'm not going anywhere."

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