𝔈𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔡 | ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ |

|• Chapter Two: Part Two •|

     His lips and tongue separated from mine, briefly touching them before he pulled completely away, helping me taking off my t-shirt. As soon the top was removed his lips drew downwards, covering my neck and shoulders. I laughed from his lips tickling my neck, feeling his teeth touch my skin.

       I moved my head to the left side a bit, giving him a bit more room to do whatever he pleased. My mind drifted off to another place, causing me to only think about Anson—and his lips.

      My heart raced when he moved his lips down a bit more, covering my collarbone and then he went back up to my neck, making his way back to my lips. I gasped, but still  kissed him back once his begging lips pressed onto mine. I ran my hands down his torso, trailing a nail over his defined lines.

      His breaths were jagged, almost like a pant. He pulled my body up against his. Anson looked at me, almost admiringly but I knew he wouldn't do that...at least he didn't show it unless if it was necessary. My heart hammered in my chest at the same time as his, eloping our love.

       As time went on, the ineffable moment slowly came to an end. Our sticky bodies clung to the blanket. He covered us both up and I let him do what he pleased. Anson must've enjoyed it, considering all of the swollen marks along my body and his groans growing more profound.

       I moved my hand up from his chest to mess with his disarrayed brown hair. It stuck up in random spots from him sleeping, and our mini session. Anson's chest moved up and down harshly. His breaths were louder then before.

"I-" he cleared his throat some,"I'm sorry," His voice was raspy and deep. I swallowed.

      No. It isn't. It's not fucking fine! You're a piece of shit, all you want to do is screw around and then swing your way around an actual legitimate conversation! You always beat around the bush when it comes to fessing up to what you've done. You're a fucking prick. Look at what you've done to my family.

      "It's fine,"

      "Are you sure?"

      "Yes...I'm sure," No, I'm not sure at all. You know you can just keep on fucking around with me, and then acting like everything was all better. You can't ju-

     "Ella," Anson said slowly,"I'm sorry for hurting you,"

     "It's fine," I whispered and closed my eyes. You can't just say all of this and act like everything was fine...because it isn't. You can't just be here as a distraction. I need more than just physical intimacy. I need my husband.

     "Why did you come in here?"

    "Uh..." I paused for a moment. To tell you I was done with you...I wanted you to leave.

     "I came in here to tell you that Leanne's finished cooking I think," I lied. I looked at him.

    "Oh...well, okay..." he trailed off, moving from up under me. His bare chest left my grasp,"I'll head down there,"

    "Yeah," I spoke quietly as I watched him get out of the bed, heading straight to his opened closet, grabbing whatever clothes he wanted. I watched as he turned around. He gave me an obvious smirk and then went into the bathroom to change.

      I laid flat on the mattress, closing my eyes. Why do you always have to fucking screw up? Come on Ella...

     The door creaked. Shit.

   I yanked the covers over my bare chest and opened an eye just to see that it was Anson. Quickly I sighed of relief that it wasn't anyone else and watched him as he got into his bag, and pulled out his phone from the front zipper, sticking it into the back pocket of the jeans he had put on in the bathroom.

       Anson dug into his bag that he had from last night again. I faced him. "I uh...was meaning to give you this," he muttered.

     He pulled his hand out of the bag, revealing a silver chain. A small medallion hung from the chain.

      "Here," Fuck. He remembered.

        Anson sat down on the bed as I sat up as well.

     "What?" I blinked and held out my hand slowly so he could place the necklace into it. I looked at the small pendant."A star?"

      "I think it's made up of diamonds, but I grabbed it while we were at the house...I figured it would suit you since you love astronomy," He chuckles quietly

       "Anson..." I whispered, looking up at him. He smiled.

       "No, don't say anything just take it, take it as a...Peace offering." He said,"Let me put it on you"

       He climbed around the bed so he could get behind me. I sat up, handing him the necklace and then holding up my tousled hair. The blanket dropped revealing my bare chest.

      I felt Anson's warm hand against my collarbone. He placed the cold silver memorabilia around my neck, and then hooked the necklace together before climbing back around to face me. His hand stuck into his back pocket.

      "It looks beautiful,"

      "Thank you," I looked down at the necklace. I knew this wasn't because of objects, but what the object meant was far more brighter then it itself.

    Anson watched me for a moment and then he headed back into the bathroom, getting ready for today.

       I sat there for a moment, thinking as I grabbed my clothes that were sprawled around the room. Anson still didn't leave the bathroom, but I was ready to leave the room and to start on the day—this time knowing that somewhere in Anson, he cared, not just for me- but for Brandy too. And with that being said it was all I needed to forget the bad, and replenish it with the good.