Complicated: Chapter 20

I woke sharply, covered in cold sweat and a mess of tangled sheets was around me. I knew him; I was sure I did. A few more seconds and I would have been able to put a name to his silhouette: I was sure of it.

            I shook it off though as I heard a knock at the door. “Erica! You okay?” Justin: Always the carer. I keep telling him he should get a job as a professional carer.

            “Umm … yeah, I’m fine” I lied. I got up out of bed and, in my shorts and vest top I had slept in last night, walked over and opened the door to reveal Justin in superhero boxers (which, I must admit, he didn’t look too bad in) and tousled hair, swept in all directions. He actually looked like someone from a movie at this moment in time.

            “Morning Babe” he said as he stepped into the room and shut the door quietly behind him. It was only 8:30 … Mum and Aiden would kill me if we woke them up this early on a Saturday!

            “Your face is a lot better than it was last night to look at” I say, laughing.

            “It feels a lot better … it doesn’t even hurt … much” He replies, chuckling.

            I reach out instinctively and touch me hand to his bruises on his face. As I do this, he ‘smoothly’ decides to lean in. It’s almost as if he thinks I don’t know what he’s doing! After pondering what to do, I decide to also lean in and then, just as we’re about a centimetre apart, turn away from him. I try to run but he wraps his arms around my stomach and pulls me to him before leaning his head around to the side of mine. This time, I turn my head so that we end up lip-to-lip kissing instead of lip-to-cheek.

            Clearly, this shocked him because he tries to pull away but I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him while he wraps his arms around my lower back and pulls me close to him. I could smell his cologne … my favourite one he’s ever worn, I think. It was purely intoxicating.

            Unfortunately, I pulled away to look at his face again. “Justin, are you sure your face is okay? It looks kinda … beat up” I say. Just as I say that, we both burst out laughing and in between laughing fits he says, “Well, that’s weird. All I did yesterday was get … beat up!”

            “Okay, okay. I get it: that was a stupid thing to say. And I’m guessing I’m so stupid that you don’t want me here and that you’d rather I just stay away from you so you seem smarter?” I say, knowing I don’t mean it completely: I just wanted to hear him say he wanted me.

            However, he doesn’t say it. Instead, he stays silent and walks towards me. Me being as determined to be a tease that I am, I back away and try to run into my en suite. He grabs me, once again, by the waist and pulls me to him, kissing my neck. He then mumbles in my ear, “Not at all, babe. You’re not stupid at all. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I meant it as a joke!”

            I stay silent, still testing him: seeing what he’ll do to make me talk to him.

            “Please Erica: I’m so sorry! Talk to me babe! Please, I’m so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry!” By this point, he was on his knees in front of me, begging me, “Please talk to me!”

            I don’t straight away. I crouch down in front of him, lean towards him, and slowly press my lips to his gently but intimately. He leans into the kiss before I pull away and say cheerfully, “Okay” before bursting into such laughter that I fall backwards, hitting my elbow on the bed, so I’m lying down. Justin pulls me to my feet laughing too. He wraps his arms around my back and I wrap mine around his neck, and we start to lean in for a really sweet moment.

            What I mean is, it would’ve been a sweet moment, had Aiden not walked in on us.

            “Erica! Are you-” he stops speaking when he sees me and Justin. We quickly pulled apart and, blushing and annoyed, I said, “Am I what, Aiden?”

            “I was going to ask if you were okay ‘cause I heard a bang but it looks like Justin’s got ya” he replies, rushing out the room, obviously embarrassed about interrupting us.

            “Now, where were we?” Justin says, pulling me back to him flirtatiously.

            “Umm … I don’t think so, Justin. The moment’s been ruined.” I say, laughing and pulling away. I quickly threw on my slippers and went downstairs, pausing only at the top to say back to Justin, “And put a t-shirt on” before walking to get breakfast.

The End

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