“How did you,” my words began to fade and I sounded almost mouse like.
“What? Know where you were? Soph dropped you in it before you came out here.” I dropped his hand and stood from the lounger. I couldn’t deal with him right now. I’d flown 4 hours away to get rid of the thought of him and here he was leaning in front of me. I leant down and grabbed my bag. I threw it over my shoulder and began to walk away from him, I jogged up the white concrete stairs where stray cats were sat towards our apartment.
“Why are you even here?” I snapped, my words were sharp and anger bubbled in my stomach. “Have you no boundaries?” I suddenly stopped in my tracks as I hit our apartment door and glanced up at him. “I didn’t want to see you.” I hissed his way. His brilliant white vest was oversized, he looked bigger than before more defined, I could see his pecks and swallowed hard. I was lying. I had wanted nothing more than to see him. I watched as he lifted his glasses from his head and turned away from his eye contact. I couldn’t look at them.
“I came to apologise for my irrational behaviour. I want to explain.” His posture straightened. Do these men not know how to take a fucking hint? I’ve flown away from them. I turned and placed my hands against the apartment door and felt his hand grip my arm softly, his touch almost stung as I pulled it away. “Avay please?” His voice lowered and made my heart stop for a split second. I loved hearing him call me that. Tears began to fill my eyes and I shook my head. I pushed against the door and made my way into our apartment, the door didn’t close and I knew he’d followed me in. I placed my bag against the wicker backed sofa and stood still for a minute to gather my thoughts. I couldn’t speak. I had no words for him. I heard the door shut and I turned to examine him. His arms were folded across his chest and I frowned deeply. He was leaning against the door frame, his face was moody and masculine and his jaw tensed. I mimicked his body language.
“Avaya. Talk to me.” I held his gaze and pouted.
“Where do I start?” I scowled in his direction “you reveal your real business, which by the way I had an incline about already I’m not that naive and stupid you know,” I paused for a split second and watched his face twist “then you go all bipolar, you said you wanted me and then you go and fuck it all up by sleeping with a random girl, so I go away to get some space and you fucking follow me here!” I was almost screaming as he made his way closer to me. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest from the anger that coursed through my veins.
“So you knew about the business?” His eyes lowered, they darkened and I held my stance. I wasn’t going to back away. He was in the wrong. “And you think I’m bipolar?” There was a trace of a smirk appearing and I forced myself to hold back a tiny smile. He was finding this outburst of mine funny. “Lastly I’m not joking, I came here to explain myself and apologise Avay,” he reached out to touch my arm and I flinched before I closed my eyes. I braced myself for his touch. The trace of his fingers brushed my arms, slowly traveling up towards my neck and then my hair. My breathing hiked under his touch and my body was failing me. I needed her desperately to be strong, but I was no longer angry and he’d won. Again.
“Explain then.” I muttered the closer he got to me. I could almost taste him as his lips traced mine. Don’t kiss him don’t kiss him. My brain was screaming at me but I surrendered to my body as he lightly kissed my lips. He placed me around his waist in one swift movement, his touch had invaded mine as he pressed me against a wall in the apartment, our kiss was frantic and needy and I pulled on the back of his hair slightly. He moved his mouth away from mine before he let them linger across my jaw line, desire for him flooded me. The feeling of them against my skin almost stung. I caught my breath and opened my eyes slowly. I half expected him to have disappeared when I opened them but he was still stood there, all sexy ruffled hair and gleaming blue eyes. “This isn’t fair.” I said breathlessly when we parted I pushed against his shoulders lightly and felt him place me back on the floor. “You can’t just come here, do this and expect everything to be okay,” I frowned to myself as tears began to congregate in the corners of my eyes. I glanced at his chest that was exposed in his low hanging white vest and took a deep breath.
“Tell me you don’t want me Avaya.” He paused and my breathing hiked “tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave.” His voice sounded strained, not strong. I was scared to look up at his face. I squeezed my eyes shut so that the tears dripped down my face.
“I can’t.” I admitted in a whisper, his hand held my face as he pulled my eyes to meet his gaze, his eyes looked clear and sincere.
“I’m sorry Avaya I really am.” I shook my head, his hand dropped from my face to my arms and I took in a sharp breath.
“Saying sorry doesn’t mean anything?”
