"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 until you're screaming for forgiveness," I whispered, "until your apologies are like melodies in my ears and 'you won' are the only words your lips know how to form."
His smile brought the temperature in the room down a coup...
Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
I need you, too.
The whispered words still echo in my mind from just seconds ago, when I had uttered them under my breath to him.
He didn't say anything, and the only action he provided proving he heard me was a twitch of his jaw. He shifted in his seat, ran a hand through his wet hair, and let out a quiet sigh.
I shut my eyes tight, not knowing how to feel. I was so, so confused.
We finally got off the bus, not saying a word. The silence was dragging on for too long, so as we made our way to the hotel, I finally spoke.
"August, talk to me."
"I did," he argued. "It's your turn."
"I did, too!" I exclaimed, flailing my arms. "This isn't getting us anywhere."
We were at the entrance to the hotel now, under the canopy covering the carpet in front of the double doors. He turned to me, anger evident in his eyes. "I said what I needed to. You obviously weren't ready to hear it." Before I could respond, he entered the hotel and left me to storm after him.
I groaned as I followed him to the elevator. I gave the lady at the front desk an apologetic smile for the water we were dripping everywhere from being outside in the rain for so long.
Once we were alone in the elevator, I hit the button to the seventh floor and turned toward August. Furrowing my brows in frustration, I walked up to him and gripped his collar, forcing his eyes to focus onto me.
"You're being a coward," I spat.
"Me?" He raised a brow.
"Yes, you. You're so fucking unbearable, and you're messing with my brain. One minute, you're ignoring me, and the next, you're telling me that you want me? That you need me? How does that work?"
He only smirked down at me. It made me more angry.
"Can you be fucking serious for once?"
"You're cute when you're mad," he laughed.
How is this bitch laughing right now?
"You're so goddamn-"
He placed a finger over my mouth, silencing me. "Don't finish that sentence."
I glared at him as he slowly backed me toward the buttons of the elevator. Then before I knew it, he was pressing the emergency button that stopped the movement of the elevator, and his lips were on mine.
This kiss was different than our first. Instead of it being filled with urgency, this kiss was deep, long, as if we had all the time in the world.
"What are you doing?" I breathed, wanting to pull away but needing him near me at the same time. His touch was addictive, and I was addicted. With him at this proximity, I wanted him everywhere. It was messing with my mind.
