"Did he hurt you?” His words were full of concern and I didn’t know how to answer him. In what way? My feelings? Physically? Probably more my pride. I ran my fingers over my wrist and shrugged.
“I’m fine.” I muttered. The words that left my mouth weren’t genuine and he knew it.
"You’d be the only woman in the world if you were alright when he’s on one like this?" His voice was low, mellow and husky. I shrugged as he tapped my shoulder and I closed my eyes. The room span. He felt warm next to me and comforting.
“I don’t know him? So who am I to judge?” I sounded convincing in my head, although Jay raised his eyebrow in my direction and I smiled sweetly. He didn't believe a word I was saying.
“Miss Holt. Men talk too you know, I know what he thinks of you. He just has a funny way of showing affection. He has been very distracted these past few weeks… I am guessing you are why.” Fuck how much has he told him!? I gulped down the lump that grew in my throat and shook my head. I felt confused and I pushed my tears back. My wet lashes didn’t stop one of my tears. It tasted ridiculously salty. "I'll leave you alone?" He rose from the bed and I instantly pulled him back down on the bed with force. I don’t want to be left alone. Drunk or not. His eyes looked confused as I leant towards him. “Avaya…” his words were a warning.
“Please don’t leave me just yet?” I placed my head on his shoulder. I felt them tense beneath my head and exhaled. My eyes were closing and I smiled to myself. The room was spinning and I kissed his cheek softly.
“I think you’ve had enough to drink Av.” He placed me back on the sheets and I nodded. He wasn’t wrong. I knew my head was going to feel like it was detached from my body in the morning. Why did I kiss him? I closed my eyes and drifted off.
Saturday
I stepped out of my spare room and tried my best to be as quiet as humanly possible. The sound of my stomach almost echoed up the stairs. The state of the place made my stomach curl. There were empty beer cans scattered throughout the hallway. I stepped over them and made my way towards the kitchen. I was almost sure I could smell sick. Christ this is awful. I covered my mouth and looked at the surfaces. They were covered in white powder. I rolled my eyes. It looked like sugar but I knew it wasn’t. I began to wipe the remanence away. Two familiar hands found their way beneath the T-shirt I was wearing. My breathing stopped. I couldn’t think. “Please stop it.” My gut twisted as I told him to stop.
“I came to apologise,” I turned to face him. He looked fucking dreadful. His eyes seemed a deeper shade of red and I sighed.
“I’m not accepting it.” I watched as he crossed his arms across his chest and leant against the counter in the kitchen. My eyes wandered over the track marks that had pierced his skin. Tears pricked in my eyes. Fuck he wasn’t lying. I found myself reaching to touch him and he stood still for a split second.
“I’m trying to sort myself out,” he admitted and I nodded. In that moment I pitied him. My heart was swelling by the second and watched as he ran his hands up my arms. I froze under his grasp.
“It must be hard.” I whispered as I glanced behind him towards the entryway into the kitchen.
"You have no idea." He took my head in his hands and placed them against his chest. I gripped his dark navy loose fitting T-shirt in my hand and held him there for a second.
"I'm confused." I admitted out loud. That felt good.
"So am I." His reply was to the point, he ran his hands through the back of my hair, I closed my eyes tightly and took a breath outwards. I tried to regain my cool and pushed him away slightly.
"You fly today don't you?" The words slipped so effortlessly from my mouth. He simply nodded in response. "Try not to get yourself into anymore trouble." I opened my eyes to look at him and raised my eyebrow at him. He planted a kiss against my cheek softly and a shiver spiraled through my body. How does he do this? His moods changed so quickly.
"I'll try." He muttered. I heard a woman’s voice and looked up away from him. Natalie Foley stood in one of his T-shirts with her arms folded glaring at us. Her dirty blonde hair was scrapped back which was showing off her pronounced cheekbones. Jealousy painted through me and I shook my head. He let me go softly but kept the bottom of my hair in his grasp. “Hey, Av this is Natalie, Nat, this is,” he opened his mouth to finish but was instantly silenced by her sharp tongue.
“I know who she is.” She was pissed. Like so pissed. I felt his hand tense on my back and tiptoed to place a kiss on his cheek.
“Have a good flight,” His attention turned back to me and his eyes seemed to warm slightly. The fury in them from last night now gone “please stay safe.” I felt his breath against my cheek and he squeezed my back slightly. He nodded as he released me and I tucked my hair behind my ear. I flushed as I looked at him and then glanced towards Natalie. I waved half-heartedly at her before grabbing my converse that were still in the hallway and heading back up the stairs to get Nance. Their
