He kisses me roughly, as if sending a warning to me. His mouth devours mine hungrily, assertively, possessively, deliciously, scratch the last word though.
I really need to nag at myself for this but for now let me enjoy this kiss. I run my fingers up and down his back, feeling the hard, muscular texture of his back. I miss his skin, I miss watching him work out, I miss sleeping on his laps but right now I miss the angry Bailey.
He breaks away from the kiss and I frown. With his hand still hooked around my waist, he pulls my back and rests my head on his chest, engulfing me in his hard chest. My hands loosely falls on his waist as I close my eyes
We stay there silently and peacefully for a while, I still have a lot to say but that can wait. I know he has things to say to me too but I really do not care right now, I just want to remain like this.
His hands moves to my hair and he gently pats it, an action I think is his favorite. He runs his fingers through my afro curls, gently untangling the tangled strands. I smile even though he's scattering my hair. Take care of me baby, what else should you do.
"Bryne" I whisper. Don't mind my curiosity, I still need to know some things
He kisses my hair in response.
"Why did you leave, didn't you want me enough to stay" My voice is so thick with emotions. Yes, I know I sound like the most pathetic human this earth has ever had but I want to know, I want to know why he never cared to check up on me, I want to know if he missed me, even half of how I missed him.
"Damn Bailey! Please don't make me feel more guilty than I'm already feeling. I wanted you, I still need you, do you think it's easy without you". He hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his torso. He takes me to the bed and climb beside me, drawing me to himself. "I couldn't get myself to come back to you, it looked like you hated me, I moved out of Greenville here a month later because everything there reminded me, mocking me of the fact that I let you slip from my fingers"
"Why should I believe you" I believe you brother, trust me I do but it's not just easy for me to say it.
"Let me show you something. Come here, put on your contact lens first" he leads me out of the room, through the hallway to another room.
My eyes bulge out as I absorb what I see. My jaw hangs down as I look at the Bailey-themed interior design room, I look back at him and he nods.
What am I? His idol?
"Everyday I made a note for you, Aside work which I forced myself to do to get mind busy for thinking about you, I spent my time here. I missed you every single day, did you think I'd really forget you or move on? I know you have every reason to be mad at me, I'm not complaining, scream at me, hit me, do anything but please don't leave me. I love you, I don't think I can ever stop loving you"
As much as I'm moved by what he just said, this sounds almost too cheesy to be true. I remove the pin from one of the notes.
"I want to give you your freedom of
choice. I am sorry, everyday without you
is hurting. I've changed, believe me and
I'm ready to do anything to prove I can be
that guy to you
-Your Rhino-"
I feel all the color rush to my cheek and I grin widely at the last part. 'Rhino' I gave him that name on our first date. I unclip another note.
"I know you probably hate me and I want
to change that. I just hope one day I'd be
able to say all to you, face to face. I love
you and I hate the fact that you're with
Cole"
Right Cole! My chest tightens immediately and my belly twists in a very unfamiliar way.
l Guilt washes over my face when I remember Cole. I can't do this to him, he's been nothing but sweet to me since we started dating. Yes I know I agreed to date him because I wanted to get over Bryne- which totally didn't work- and because he was always around whenever I needed someone urgently and I won't like to hurt someone who has cared for me that much.
"I can't change the fact that I'm dating Cole. I'm not yours anymore" My weak voice trails off.
"Come here" he opens his arm wide and I walk into his huge arms. "If only you know who Cole is. We'll get through this together. I love you" he presses his hands gently on my back and snuggles my neck. "You need to go back to sleep now. I'll take you to your room" He lifts me up and I instantly wrap my legs round him. I hook my hands around his neck and close my eyes. I like when he does this, I like when he carries me, I like all the effort he makes to take care of me.
He drops me on the bed and I lay on my side. He places a light kiss on my forehead. "Goodnight" he puts off the bed side lamp.
"Bryne, what of you? Get some sleep"
"If my insomnia permits me"
"Sleep here with me" I don't know what moves me to say that but what can I do, I'm a rape victim, I need some care. Yes I'm playing the rape card, is that a problem.
The bed dips and his hands snake my waist, pulling me firmly to himself. So what if I'm sleeping on the same bed does it mean I love him? My subconscious won't even give me a break. Don't blame me for any of this, any other person would've done the same thing besides there's no harm in doing this.
"Stop thinking and sleep" he kisses my hair and I smile, letting my body relax fully into his.
"Goodnight Bryne" I think I'm going to sleep off smiling. I push my arse into him. No, I don't want anything of that sort to happen but I just can't help it.
I feel him smile and he pulls me to himself. "Goodnight" How many times is he going to wish me a goodnight.