I Do... Not Want Your Body (Editing)

Chapter 14

 Falling in love is awfully simple, but falling out of love is simply awful.

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 Tonight I'm so alone

This sorrow takes a hold

Don't leave me here so cold

Your touch used to be so kind

Your touch used to give me life

I've waited all this time,

I've wasted so much time

Don't leave me alone

Cause I barely see at all

Don't leave me alone, I'm

Chapter 14

--Elspeth--

I cursed to myself as the words on the page started to blur. I had held my eyes open way too long in worry that I would miss something important if I were to blink. Although the idea was ludicrous, I started keeping my eyes open as long as I could, but unfortunately this method was proving to be ineffective since the words are blurring and my eyes are watering. Curse you, you vial pages!

I jumped when the door slammed and in came Axel and Clay, Clay wih a tray of pink lemonade and Axel with a ham sandwich that he was planning to eat while he packed his things. Now he isn't leaving, which sort of dampers my current mood, but he's going to stay in another room since this living arrangement has become a tad bit awkward.

Although Axel was putting a bit of an awkward twist in the air, I pushed it to the back of my mind and couldn't help but smile to myself when I saw Clay coming over. We haven't talked about our kiss and I didn't intend to. That kiss was nothing but a mistake on my part. It was a great kiss, a really, really, smoldering kiss, but he's not a good guy for me and that is what I have to remember.

My heart started pounding in my chest and my stomach clenched with butterflies when I saw him nearing me. I looked over at his teddy bear and grimaced, "I think I'm giving in Frank. Help me, my dear child!" I whined.

"What was that?" Clay asked in that oh-so sexy voice of his. 

I blushed and looked over to him while closing my book to place it on the night stand. At this moment he was looking ravishing in his gray wife-beater and a pair of black jogging pants. Although it sounds about as plain as could be, there was an underlining sexual appeal to those clothes that I couldn't help but pay close attention to.

"Oh nothing." I blushed.

Clay handed me a glass of pink lemonade and I gave him a broad smile while grabbing hold of the glass in my hands. "Ooooh lemonade, how nice of you Clay. What have I done to deserve such a gift?"

He chuckled, "Do you want to talk about last night?"

My cheeks along with my neck turned aflame and I shook my head furiously. "What are you talking about? What happened last night?" I said as if I was asking myself.

I wanted to hug him when I saw the expression on his face darken at the implication of my words, his light brown hair still lifted in some parts of his head and a present frown on his face that replaced the seductive smirk that had been there just seconds ago.

"Do you really not remember?" he asked me.

I shrugged, "I really just don't want to talk about this, isn't that right Frank?" I replied, while looking over at his stuffed animal.