The Pretend To Be Agreement

Chapter Twenty-Three

A cold gust of wind comes through all the four broken windows, sending a chill down my spine. I close my eyes for a second, enjoying the cold breeze and silently thank whomever had decided to cover the windows up.

When I open my eyes I notice that Will was closer now, about eight feet away from me. I instead of backing away like I had last night when I didn't want to listen to him, I find myself taking a hesitant step forward. He eyes widen slightly in shock, but that shock wears off as he nods awkwardly.

He coughs, clearing his throat. "... I wanted to say I was sorry about last night, but don't think that would do any good."

Chewing on my lip I ask, "Is there ... ugh ... any particular reason you brought me here?"

He nods and his lips move side to side in thought. "I wanted to show you this place. Since last night, after our fight, I couldn't sleep so I spent the night looking up places. And I know this was just supposed to be an agreement, nothing more, but I just you to know that I really do care about, Grace. And, I accept the fact that you may not think that."

Taking in a deep breath, I exhale through my nose. " ... I'm pretty sure that by now you've figured out that I have trust issues. And, if you didn't, well I do. So, when I saw you looking up real-estate, my mind instantly went too: he's leaving! I would be lying if I said it didn't terrify me; the thought of you leaving me."

I see his eyebrows scrunch together as he blows out a breath. "I'd never leave you, Grace. I could never do that to you ... I could never do that to your heart ... or mine."

My eyebrow rises subconsciously in curiosity. "Your heart? I mean, not be rude, but what do you mean by that?"

When the words come out of my mouth, he instantly adverts his eyes away from mine. "This may come as a surprise to you, but I like you. Like really like you. I like you in such a way that I started looking at new housing because you can't sleep at night because it's too cold and the furnace doesn't work. I even ordered a new fridge because the one that we have right now is a piece of junk!"

My eyes widen a bit when I let his words sink in. "You did?"

"Yes!" He shouts in despair. "I did it for you, because I care about you, Grace Thompson. Because I can't get you of my head! This isn't just a damn agreement any more for me! I feel things toward you Grace."

I twist my foot on the ground in a half circle; feeling conflicted with all the emotions that were running wild inside of me. Tears prick at the sides of my eye, and I lift my hand to wipe them away before they can fall.

"What do you want me to say, Will?" I ask, not knowing what else to say.

He steps forward those last couple of steps and grabs onto my hand. "Just say you like me too. Just do anything."

And so I do anything.

Closing the last bit of space that was between us, I lean upward and connect my lips with his. Placing my hands on either side of his face, I cup his cheeks, tears beginning to slip down my cheeks. With my eyes fluttering shut, I feel him wrap his arms around my waist hesitantly - as if he were afraid I break in his arms.

He pulls me closer and my chest hits his, but that doesn't disturb the kiss. Now, this kiss wasn't like the others. It was both hot, but sweet. Ever move that was made was made with passion. Yet, there was still a steaminess to it that sent adrenalin coursing through my veins.

Wrapping my arms around his neck his arms tighten around my waist, and he lifts me off the ground about two centimeters. The tips of my shoes just barely scruff against the floor as he twirls me around.

When he sets me back down on the ground I'm dizzy just by the slightest, but a grin spreads wide across both of our faces.

Looking me in the eye, he reaches up and caresses my cheek with his thumb.

"You like me." He states, his gray eyes shining with happiness.

"And you like me." I reply back to him, leaning my forehead against his.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" He asks, and I could hear the worry in his tone.

I shrug. "Just a little. But I like to get creative."

A smirk pulls at his lips. "I know you can."

I peck him on the lips quickly before pulling away, asking, "So, are we going to get this place or not?"

He looks taken back for a second but shakes his head. "It's still up for sale - I mean if you want it. And ... I may or may not have already placed on offer."

"Of course you did."

Okay, I totally suck at the whole 'only one or two updates per week' thing. But, seriously, this was just too cute not to write. Also, I may or may not get bored, and writing and sharing an update with all of you doesn't seem like the worse idea.

So sorry that it's short. It's a filler.

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