Whatever the fuck her problem is now, well, she'll just have to get over it because I won't stop until she's completely mine.
Chapter 6
Liv
That kiss. Christ, that kiss. It near enough killed me to stop it, to end the best fucking kiss of my life. Something happened though, something that’s never happened before. This guy is getting past all my defenses, breaking down all my walls and I just don’t know how to handle it. One part of my brain is telling me to just go with it, that this could be the best damn thing to ever happen to me. The other part of my brain is screaming at me not to let him in, not to let him see how truly broken and fucked up I am. I've only known Noah for a couple of days yet he is completely embedded under my skin. I mean, how the fuck is that even possible? This sorta thing happens in cheesy movies and books, not real life and definitely not my life.
I lie in my scolding bath, nearly twenty two hours since I ran from Noah like a bat out of hell. Yeah, I'm counting. My fingers and toes are pruned since I've been stewing in here for the past two hours, adding hot water every time it got a little chilly. I've been staring at the same page of my dog eared copy of Little Women for the past half an hour. My mind constantly wonders back to Noah and the feel of his lips against mine, his muscles tensing and rippling under my touch. I thought if I avoided him, I'd eventually get him out of my head, his face fills my mind though.
Aaaarrggghhh I feel like fucking screaming. Yeah sure, he took me to see the stars and it was the most romantic moment of my life. And yeah he punched a guy just for disrespecting me. He might be a complete hunk, so what. None of that matters, he's still the douchebag who shamelessly eye fucked me within sixty seconds of meeting me, who wanted to mess around in my panties. And, its his damn fault I was even at that dumbass party.
I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for the smell, the taste and the feel of him to just fuck off. Shit, I'm losing my mind here. I grab the huge fluffy towel that’s more like a bed sheet and wrap it around myself, not even bothering the rub myself dry. Yet again I've forgotten to bring my clothes in here for to change into. I really need to remember that I'm sharing my bathroom now. I unlock the bathroom door, taking a tentative step into the hallway. I breathe a sigh of relief that I appear to be alone.
"YES MOM, I WON'T FORGET!"
Holy crap, shit, fuck. I'm standing in the hallway, in just a towel AGAIN! I can't see him, especially not like this. I fling open a door and throw myself in the room leaving the door to slam closed behind me, making me jump.
Oh no, this cannot be happening to me, no one can have this much bad luck. This isn't my room and judging from the football trophies that litter the glass shelving against the far wall, this room belongs to the one person I'm trying to avoid. I frantically look around for a place to hide and eye the closet on the wall opposite what is definitely a King size bed. How come the fucker gets a King and I get a Queen? Never mind that, nows not the time for an inner debate on fucking equal oppurtunities. I slip into the closet, sinking to the floor in the corner as I whack shirts out of my face. I can hear Noah's stifled footsteps coming down the hallway becoming louder and louder as they get nearer and nearer. I've left the closet door the teeny tiniest bit ajar, just so I can see the door. I hold my breath, waiting for him to come in. I then hear knocking and I look around hoping to god that I haven't caused it and that it doesn’t bring attention to me.
I realize the knocking is coming from out in the hallway. Whoever built this house must have made the walls paper thin if I can hear this much from in here.
"Liv, Liv I know your in there. I heard you coming out the bathroom." The sneaky bastard, so this whole situation I'm in is cause someone is a nosy fucker. "I just wanna talk, please."
He carries on
Chapter 6
Liv
That kiss. Christ, that kiss. It near enough killed me to stop it, to end the best fucking kiss of my life. Something happened though, something that’s never happened before. This guy is getting past all my defenses, breaking down all my walls and I just don’t know how to handle it. One part of my brain is telling me to just go with it, that this could be the best damn thing to ever happen to me. The other part of my brain is screaming at me not to let him in, not to let him see how truly broken and fucked up I am. I've only known Noah for a couple of days yet he is completely embedded under my skin. I mean, how the fuck is that even possible? This sorta thing happens in cheesy movies and books, not real life and definitely not my life.
I lie in my scolding bath, nearly twenty two hours since I ran from Noah like a bat out of hell. Yeah, I'm counting. My fingers and toes are pruned since I've been stewing in here for the past two hours, adding hot water every time it got a little chilly. I've been staring at the same page of my dog eared copy of Little Women for the past half an hour. My mind constantly wonders back to Noah and the feel of his lips against mine, his muscles tensing and rippling under my touch. I thought if I avoided him, I'd eventually get him out of my head, his face fills my mind though.
Aaaarrggghhh I feel like fucking screaming. Yeah sure, he took me to see the stars and it was the most romantic moment of my life. And yeah he punched a guy just for disrespecting me. He might be a complete hunk, so what. None of that matters, he's still the douchebag who shamelessly eye fucked me within sixty seconds of meeting me, who wanted to mess around in my panties. And, its his damn fault I was even at that dumbass party.
I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for the smell, the taste and the feel of him to just fuck off. Shit, I'm losing my mind here. I grab the huge fluffy towel that’s more like a bed sheet and wrap it around myself, not even bothering the rub myself dry. Yet again I've forgotten to bring my clothes in here for to change into. I really need to remember that I'm sharing my bathroom now. I unlock the bathroom door, taking a tentative step into the hallway. I breathe a sigh of relief that I appear to be alone.
"YES MOM, I WON'T FORGET!"
Holy crap, shit, fuck. I'm standing in the hallway, in just a towel AGAIN! I can't see him, especially not like this. I fling open a door and throw myself in the room leaving the door to slam closed behind me, making me jump.
Oh no, this cannot be happening to me, no one can have this much bad luck. This isn't my room and judging from the football trophies that litter the glass shelving against the far wall, this room belongs to the one person I'm trying to avoid. I frantically look around for a place to hide and eye the closet on the wall opposite what is definitely a King size bed. How come the fucker gets a King and I get a Queen? Never mind that, nows not the time for an inner debate on fucking equal oppurtunities. I slip into the closet, sinking to the floor in the corner as I whack shirts out of my face. I can hear Noah's stifled footsteps coming down the hallway becoming louder and louder as they get nearer and nearer. I've left the closet door the teeny tiniest bit ajar, just so I can see the door. I hold my breath, waiting for him to come in. I then hear knocking and I look around hoping to god that I haven't caused it and that it doesn’t bring attention to me.
I realize the knocking is coming from out in the hallway. Whoever built this house must have made the walls paper thin if I can hear this much from in here.
"Liv, Liv I know your in there. I heard you coming out the bathroom." The sneaky bastard, so this whole situation I'm in is cause someone is a nosy fucker. "I just wanna talk, please."
He carries on
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