I Almost Forgot Him

My breathing was ragged, and my heart pounded wildly, a mixture of anger, confusion, and hurt churning inside me.

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me."

A sarcastic laugh escaped me. "How nice for you! You don't even have to chase after women; they just throw themselves at you. Why don't you stay with her, then? Leave me alone!"

"I like bothering you," he replied calmly, his voice infuriatingly smooth. "I like it when act like this. Feisty and hot." He sat on the edge of the bed, watching me.

I paused, his words striking a chord. "Shut up!!" I snapped, trying to convince myself as much as him.

He sighed, his gaze softening. "Stop being mad. I didn't kiss her."

"Oh, but you flirted with her, right? Just like you flirted with me? Is that your game? Getting under my skin until you're bored?" I rolled my eyes, feeling the irritation and hurt I'd buried begin to rise again.

He reached for me, but I shoved him back just enough to see his face. His eyes held mine as he sighed again.

"No."

"What then? Am I not enough of a challenge for you anymore? Is that why you keep another girl around?"

[Twelve years ago, she crashed her dad's car while trying to escape, nearly killing the love of her life in the process. Since then, a part of her has been lost. She promised herself that if they ever met again, she would never do anything to hurt him again even if that means, she has to pretend to be nobody in his life.

But what if, despite her every attempt to push him away, he continually breaks down her walls? What if those very walls she built are what's keeping him alive? What if she makes a mistake once more, putting his life in danger? What if...]