They Call Him Asshole.

Chapter Four.

But I wasn't most people. I knew that he was frustrated, confused and tired, and when Orin had that combination of feelings it's always an up and down, hot and cold situation with him and I understood that,

But that doesn't mean that we're good. Him and I.

I unbuttoned my jeans and then slid them down my thighs. I stepped towards his bed and then pulled my tank from my top half, climbing beneath the covers in my underwear. I pulled my earrings from my ears and then placed it on his beside table.

I felt his eyes watching me and then I turned my position in bed to see him.

"What?" I asked and then he shook his head.

"Nothing." He said and then I snuggled beneath his covers, he lifted the scrunched up blanket and then covered me with it, placing it on top, sighing deeply. It was cold and I knew he was doing this to keep me warm.

I smiled burying my head beneath, so he couldn't notice my lips smiling at his kindness although he was pissed.

I felt him climb into bed beside me as I turned to face the opposite direction of him, moving closer to the edge to create a distance between us, only to feel his cold skin touch mine.

I felt his arm loop around me, pulling me closer to have me lay with my back again his chest.

"Where you going baby." He whispered, snuggling me and then I felt a tingling sensation travel across my skin.

I was so weak for him, it doesn't matter what he does, when he calls me baby, everything else just doesn't matter anymore.

But, I had to be strong. I couldn't give in to him this easily.

"Don't call me baby. I'm not yours." I said pulling away from him but that only made him want me more, making him try harder.

His arms now firm around me as he dragged me back, this time not loosening his grip around my waist, holding onto me tightly like he never wanted to lose me. He even threw his leg over me, intertwining himself with my body as his soft lips kissed the back of my neck.

"I'm sorry." He whispered "I'm sorry if I hurt you." He kissed my skin again "Liv, can we please talk about this?" He asked as his fingertips traced the surface of my stomach, gliding over my hip, he hooked his fingers into the side of my thong and stretched it, having the elastic snap against my skin.

"Ouch!" I said smiling and then he rubbed the stinging area, as if to rub it better.

"Can we talk about this? I don't want you to be mad at me, I fucking love you so much." He said and then my smile died.

"Don't say you love me, if you don't mean it." I said dryly and then he turned me around with his strong hands forcing me to look at him by grabbing my jaw.

"I do love you!" He raised his rough voice completely in awe that I didn't believe him, his voice was so loud, I don't think he intended to yell but he did. My eyes grew as I slapped my hand across his mouth in order to prevent more loudness from coming out. I didn't want him to wake Bree, Stephan, Pais or his mother.

He smiled beneath my fingers and then kissed it a few times, continuously pressing his lips against my skin making me laugh, as I pulled my hand from his lips and then he bit his bottom one.

"I do love you." He smirked, whispering softly and then I kissed the tip of his nose gently. "I want to believe you but..."

"No don't doubt me, don't fucking doubt this." He said pulling me to press against him and then he kissed my forehead.

"But you didn't call." I shook my head, my eyes shimmering as he stared into them. I tried to hold back my tears.

"Liv," he paused "let me explain, I-"

"I don't wanna do this right now." I said seriously as he tucked my blonde strands behind my ear.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because I just don't, we can talk about it tomorrow." I said and then turned to have my back face him.

"Okay, whatever you want." He accepted defeat,

It was silent between us for a few moments, my eyes shut, as I felt his big strong arms holding me tightly, I pulled his hand to my lips and then kissed his knuckles, he was probably asleep already, so peaceful cuddling me like I was a teddy bear.

The coffee smell lingering around him as I inhaled it, burying myself deeper into him, as I listened to him breathe, feeling his bare chest expand and deflate against me, I had craved this feeling for a long time, being in his arms again, having him hold me,

Having him be mine, and I wanted to be his but not now,

not yet.

I closed my eyes for a moment before my ears had caught the sound of a creek, a soft gentle turn of the bedroom doorknob,

My eyes shot open as I listened to the door slowly squeak open,

A shallow cautious footstep entering, loud breathing fully present.

"Orin!" I said loudly waking him up, as I turned to face the doorframe.

Eyes staring at me as I stared back at him, the man standing tall, in silence, as I screamed.