Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 91 Tell Me You Need Me

*Trisha*

For once, I'd love for Nate to tell me he needs me the way I need him. I know he needs me- He wouldn't even know where his clothes get sent for dry-cleaning. I don't mean like that.

"Trish, you do this all the time, love."

"Do what?" I dump my tea out and stand in front of Nate.

"You break it off with someone and blame me."  He tucks my hair behind my ears and sighs.

Nate just doesn't get it, does he? 

"You're not in love with me, angel. You're in love with the idea of me. That's all this is." He downplays my feelings yet swipes my tear away with his thumb.  "You don't want to be with me. You deserve better. SO much better. You deserve someone good like James or Paul. You don't want this."

I put my hands on his hips, but he shoves his hands in his pockets. Almost like- to make sure he doesn't flirt with me. I know Nate. I know the things that run through his head. I also know how to take care of him.  More than Julia ever will.

"What if I DO want this, though?"  I lean up and kiss the spot on his neck that turns him on the most.

"You don't want to be in love with me, you just want to be loved."

"Doesn't matter what I want. It is what it is." I whisper against his neck. "And James will always be in love with Julia. We were never going to work out. You think I WANT to be in love with YOU, playboy? I don't. You're a fucking shit show. Just like I'm sure James would rather be in love with someone more stable. Moretti is anything but stable." 

"You're not lying there, dollface."

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*James*

"James, you broke up with Trisha because you're hung up on me? You know I'm marrying Nate."

Hung up on her? Is that what she thinks this is? Julia knows better than that. She knows we are fucking perfect together.

"It's not just me, Julia. She's in love with Nate and probably always will be."

"James, EVERYONE is in love with Nate Hollan." Julia replies. "And you deserve someone SO much better than me. I mean, look at me. I'm a mess. I will always be a mess."

"I know. Doesn't change the way I feel." I clumsily tuck her hair behind her ear but leave my hand on her cheek.

"I don't know what to say to this."

"You don't have to say anything. I get it. It's all been said before. I just wish you needed me the way I need you."

I kiss the corner of her mouth.

"James..."

"Julia." I pause. "They are probably doing this same thing right now." I remind Julia of how Nate and Trisha do this exact same thing, right before I kiss her lips again. And again. I start to harden against her stomach and deepen our kiss. "And anyway, you owe me." 

I pull Julia's leg up to rest on my hip and we begin to make out. "You were rude to me today. You don't get to be rude to me without paying the price."

"Is that what this is?" She inhales sharply, now feeling all the things I'm feeling.

"Take your clothes off." I demand. And Julia does. She sits up in bed and undresses with lust filled eyes.

"Now take mine off."  I laugh a little at myself. Julia knows I can't really take my own clothes off without it being a project. I sit up and she pulls my shirt off me, then pulls down and off my sweatpants. "Everything." I demand again.