Addicted

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"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." Colby said, running his hand through his hair.

 I  nodded, kicking my shoes off and bringing my feet up onto the bed, sitting cross legged. If I had to stay, I might as well get comfortable.

"I know that you didn't the first time. You were helping to keep me from busting my face when I fell off Mike's bike. I was trying to tell you earlier...but we got...sidetracked."

A brief smile crossed his usually stern face. "Yeah, I guess we did. I'm sorry if I was too rough earlier. God, it seems like all I do is apologize to you!" He stood up suddenly, startling me a little, and started pacing his floor.

"Why are you apologizing to me?" His gaze shot to mine and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "I mean, it's obvious that we don't like each other all that much. There is some sort of...physical attraction here, but our personalities clash...and I'm starting to see that you're naturally an asshole. So, why are you apologizing? It doesn't seem like something that you do often." I said, holding his gaze.

 He wanted to talk, so I was going to get in as many questions as I could before he shut me down.

 He sat back down, turned to face me, and leaned back against his headboard. His eyes were boring into mine, searching my face like he was looking for the answer.

 "I honestly don't know...and it's driving me crazy."

 The feeling is mutual brother. I nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, I should be cursing and screaming at you right now for dragging me up here the way you did. I usually don't let people get away with something that that. So what makes you different?"

His eyes glinted a little, the silver contracting. "I'm more different than anyone you've ever met. I promise you."

 Why did that almost sound like a threat?

 I shivered a little at the implication, even though I didn't know what he was implying.

 We were quiet again for a couple of minutes. I was trying to wait him out, let him talk about what ever it was that he brought me up here for.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I looked over to him. He had his knees up, arms crossed over them, head down on his arms, staring at me. His eyes caught me in their grasp and I couldn't speak. He rendered me speechless. Why does that happen? He's good looking and everything but...okay, he's hella HOT, but it's not like I haven't seen hot people before. Every single guy down there in that garage was hot...so what was it about him that made me act like a bumbling fool one second, and a raging lunatic the next?

 "You're making me crazy." The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.

 His eyebrows went down, his forehead wrinkling a little. "What do you mean? I didn't say anything."

 I shook my head and turned towards him on the bed. "Not now. Well now too, but just in general. I don't know how to react around you. I don't know if you like me, if you hate me. If you want to kill me or be my friend...more than friends sometimes. Then I don't know if I want to kill you back or...." I choked on my words for a second.

 "Or what?" He encouraged, wanting to hear the rest of my rant for some reason.

"Oooor...jump on you again." I blushed and broke the eye contact, staring down at his bed.

 "I have that same problem." I glanced back up at him, unsure if I had heard him correctly.

There was no way that I had the same effect on him.

 Of course, that would explain why he legit acted crazy and the mood swings. His eyes were on the ceiling this time, which made it easier for me to keep the conversation going.

 "You want to kill me?" I asked, jokingly.

He actually groaned, a deep guttural sound that was actually pretty sexy. "No, I don't want to kill you...but you make me want to kill you." His eyes came back down to meet mine, effectively searing my soul. "I don't think you can help it though. It's not something you can control."

Huh? Now I was confused, and I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he kept talking.

"I also want you to jump me again. That was....interesting to say the least." A small smirk curved the corners of his lips.

 I smiled back, just a little one. "I guess you could say that. I would say...very intense."

He licked his lips, holding my gaze. "Yeah, that too. We should talk about something else."

I was being sucked in, letting myself lean towards him without even realizing it. "Why?" I breathed out.

I had somehow ended up right in front of him, my knee brushing his. He closed his eyes for a moment, and the spell broke, letting me see just how close I had moved to him.

What the fuck? This was seriously ridiculous.

 "I need you to back away from me a little. If you don't, we won't be talking, and I may not be able to control myself. Please back up." His voice almost had a begging undertone to it.

That might have scared me more than any of his outbursts. I scooted back hastily, putting my back against the wall. He felt me move and his eyes opened slowly, his lips parting letting a breath out.

"What do you mean you won't be able to control yourself? Would you hurt me?"

 I didn't think that he would. Even when I first met him, I don't think that I ever truly thought that he would hurt me. While I didn't think that he would, I had to remind myself that I didn't actually know him and I'm stuck in his room, alone, with no help.

 "I'm trying very hard not to. I want you. If I let myself have you, I might hurt you."

Well damn. That excited me more than scared me...maybe I had a kink.