Save Me

Chapter 39

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I sit up trying to breathe and calm down my beating heart that is pounding inside my chest making me think that will break all my bones. I run my hands through my hair as the sound stops and rest my head in them. My fingers touch my cheeks and without needing to check a mirror, I know they are red by the heat I feel. I close my eyes and bite my bottom lips as the feeling of the previous minutes comes back.

Before I can get lost back in it, I shake my head standing up. I can't do this. I walk back to the kitchen where I find my angel with a plate in his hands.

"What are you doing?" I ask while seeing him move forks and plates from the counter to the kitchen island.

He doesn't answer though as I keep staring back at him with my eyebrows raised waiting for a proper answer. He just turns and spears me a look before he goes back to what he's doing. What's going on? I thought everything was fine...maybe I did something to bother him or upset him. I didn't do anything wrong though, what's his problem? Is he mad that I touched him? He instructed me to do so and he seemed to enjoy it. Maybe not?

"Did I do something?" I question again after he puts a salad into a glassy bowl. A few seconds pass with the sound of his movement and the forks against the glass heard. Not an answer.

"Did you mind that I touched you?" I mutter feeling kind of guilty that I did it when he obviously didn't want it. "You hated it, didn't you?" I whisper feeling frightened of the reply that my touch is disgusting to him. The last question though turns him around and locks his clear blue eyes in my green ones.

"Hated it?"

"Yeah..."

A shadow of a smile appears on his lips before a giggle is heard breaking that suffocating silence.

"Hate it," he murmurs to himself with shaking his head. He places the bowl in the middle of the island before his attention is all on me. His eyes seem glued to mine as he comes closer to me and with one quick move he places me above the other side of the island. He places his hands on the small of my back pulling me closer to him. He pierces his eyes in mine as if he's looking for something because that is exactly what I do as I search his tense dark blue ocean for some sort of sign. Anything.

Instead of replying to my question, he plants a long kiss on my lips leaning in me.

"Hate it," he mutters again upon my lips chuckling. "Are you serious?"

"So you didn't it?"

"I was fucking trying not to moan your name and think I hated it?" He tries to fight a laugh back. The mention sends that familiar feeling that Corbyn only can create in me.

"So...you didn't?" I whisper.

"No," With a quick kiss on my lips, he gets me off of the island. "Come on,"

I glance at the salad and two plates of food on the counter in front of me and look back up at him.

"I'm not hungry," I state. My stomach is complex not and I can't eat anything. I feel so full and I'm getting nauseous at the sight of the meal.

"You need to eat."

"I really don't." Corbyn ignores my words completely as he sits and drags me to sit next to him. "Corbyn," I murmur tiredly causing him to look at me. "I don't want to eat,"

He cocks his head to the side grabbing and dragging my chair closer to his so we're only a few inches away.

"You need to. You haven't eaten for hours and after what..." he stops the sentence I wish he hadn't even started as he notices how my expression changes. I unlock my eyes from his and all my face falls as the images of what I witnessed revisit me. Tears fill my eyes again and honestly, I feel so sick of crying and whining. But when it comes to Corbyn I'm always too sensible.