I'm Unbroken. ~(Sequel to I'm Not Leaving)

Chapter 8.

I had never, felt this way about someone before from only being with them for less than 24 hours. 

"I missed you," She spoke as her hand slid down my arm, then briefly skimmed over my fingers. She grabbed my fingers in hers, interlocking them. I looked down, but was caught off guard when her free hand tilted my chin to look up into her deep blue eyes. Within seconds, I was lost. 

'Stop," I whispered as her eyes searched mine. "We can't do this, I am here for an interview."

"I know,"

"With the manager,"

"That's me." 

"What?" I frowned, stepping back from her. "What?"

"I am the manager of this place,"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did, last week." She smirked. 

"I-I can't work here. Sorry this was a mistake," I turned toward the door and went to leave,

"Why?"

I turned back around to meet the girls eyes. I ran my hand through my hair, probably over exaggerating the situation more than I should. "Because working with you will fuck up what we have," I spoke.

She stepped closer to me, "What do we have?" She spoke in a low voice, with no expression in her face at all.

At that moment, I realised I fucked up my choice of words. It wasn't that I didn't want anything more than to be friends with her, it was exactly that, that scared me. I had never been in a proper relationship, nor admitted to having feelings for someone else, well not properly anyway. I told the girls in the home and in Juvy that I had feelings for them, but that was only so I could have someone under my arm to spend time with.

"N-nothing," I stuttered, then stepped back ant put my hand on the handle ready to escape. Varlie stood closer, closing the gap between us. She grabbed my hand off the door, and held it in hers while her eyes never left mine. 

"You're shaking?"

"H-haven't eaten today," 

"Sure," She smirked, then looked down to my lips.

Oh god.

I was nervous, hell, was I nervous. I had kissed numerous girls, and woman before, but this felt so different. It felt, real, and like it had meaning to it. I had only known her a week, was it normal to feel this way toward someone this early? 

She lent in, and crashed her lips against mine, sending fireworks through my body. God her lips just worked perfectly with mine. Like they were the two pieces of the missing puzzle. She deepened the kiss by cupping my cheeks with her hands, and before it got too heated, she pulled away. 

"Should we start the interview now?" She spoke, so casually, then walked off and sat around the other side of her desk, gesturing for me to sit opposite her, but instead, I was standing completely taken by what had just happened. "Hello?" She called. I looked to her, then walked over and sat opposite her.

She pulled out a piece of paper and skimmed it before looking back up to me, "Look, this interview is only going to work if you stop checking me out," She smirked. I looked away, and down to my hands. "Cassia Doyle," 

"Yeah," I nodded, looking to her lips but quickly looked back to her eyes before she caught me and made a big deal of it. 

"Basically, I can't be bothered looking through all of this, but you're hired,"

"What? Really?" I spoke with a shocked expression. 

She nodded. I bit my lip and grinned. "Still thinking about that kiss?"