Chapter 45

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When I open my eyes, I see his figure.

His arms are folded in front of his chest. His hair is glowing under the ambient light that has managed to get through my window. His magical blue eyes seem glued to something in the distance. His eyebrows are furrowed as a small frown is decorating his face. His lips are slightly parted and I hear his light rhythmic breathing that lets the oxygen enter him.

I left. And he's here. Standing in front of my window. In my room.

His last words come to my head and I scoff in annoyance. "Go away, Corbyn" I murmur before I turn on the other side grasping the sheet due to my anger after I hide my head in my pillow.

I feel his eyes on me but I don't meet his gaze, I don't want to. I hear his movement before I feel the change of weight in my bed. Words don't leave his lips as I keep my eyes locked refusing to see the eyes that I know search for mine. We stay silent for a few minutes before I decide to give up and slightly turn to let my eyes contact his.

"What? What do you want?"

"You're acting like a ten-year-old, you know that?" He asks with an undertone while a smirk rests upon his lips.

"You're the one to talk," I fight back sitting up to make sure I have clear access to the one thing I can understand his emotions and intentions from.

"I'm not the one who left the house without saying a word after we agreed you were going to discuss this, am I?"

"I never agreed to that, I never said that I wanted to talk about it, Corbyn. I don't!" I snap angrily.

"Why did you do that?"

"I was mad," I admit. "I'm mad," I correct as an afterthought.

"Well, that makes to of us. Amelia, you need to stop doing that. We need to control him and that's the only solution."

"I don't like that solution!" I repeat what I've been saying for the tenth time today.

"Can you stop being so goddamn difficult?" He asks like he's asking himself and not me. I narrow my eyes at him before I lean down and lay on the bed again.

This isn't working. We'll keep fight about his non-stop if none of us backs off. I need to find another proposition to switch his stupid plan with. I shut my eyelashes breathing in the air that is intoxicated with his scent.

"I'm horrified that if you get around all these girls that you might like them and you'll forget about me. And I won't bear it, I'm sure of it. Seeing you with her brought all my fears about your past. I don't know...your eventful past is difficult for me to handle", I confess. His hands touch my wrist and lift me up bringing me so closer than before.

"That's not fair..." he mutters staring deeply into my eyes.

"I know and I'm sorry but seeing all those girls being jealous and wanting you like that is like a tinder to my flame."

"I thought you trusted me," He whispers and I don't miss the light hurt and pain that shadows his low voice.

"I do. It's them that I don't trust. She climbed on you this time what can happen the next time?" I ask craving for an answer that I can't myself offer but neither does him. Even though I wish he did.

"I'm terrified of him," My words bring his eyes into mine in a nanosecond and I notice the way his jaw clenches. "I don't know how he'll react if he learns that you go after him. I don't want you to get in the middle of this because I was fortunate enough to be saved by you that night. His face alone makes me shudder in fear. I want nothing to do with him and I want the same for you."

He peers at me as if he's searching for a sign that will show him that I'm telling that truth, that I'm confessing my deep feeling and fear without holding anything back.

"I get that but can't you see that if I don't have the power to send him to prison that there's no way he would stay away from us? I'm just looking out for you..." I lean my head and stare at the ceiling knowing deep down that this might be the only way to be safe, together.

"And seeing you react this way, what do you want me to do? Wait until he tries something with you again?"

"No," I even shout while the images of that night flood my mind and I feel cold run down my spine.

"I know you have a point and I get what you're saying but that doesn't mean that I have to like this idea. I hate it," I add and a chuckle escapes his lips as I flinch.

I move towards him and sitting on his lap, I slide my arms around him. I rest my forehead in his and shut my eyes feeling his warmth flooding me. I inhale his scent and my muscles stretch knowing that when he's here; I have got everything I need.

"What if I put my boys to ask around?" He questions out of a sudden causing my eyes to split. "What if they ask about his reputation? They can get the info we want and have a little fun themselves, I would be doing them a favor, you know," I swat his arm playfully as he burst into laugher.

I view him laugh while the sound fills our atmosphere and I realize for the hundredth time how really handsome my boy is. His captivating blue eyes, his luminous blonde hair, his full rosy lips that kiss mine. My boy.

"No seriously though," he continues.

"I prefer it but how are you going to justify your sudden interest in him?"

"That's our business, they don't need to know any of that. I'm pretty sure they won't give a fuck about it anyway."

I think about this alternative and I find it more appealing than the previous one. He won't talk to other girl and of they're many boys involved and not just Corbyn, it's safer for all that way. Especially if they won't know the reason behind it.

"What do you say?" His voice is painted with joy and hope that would kill me to erase them from his angelic voice.

"Deal," A grin graces his face before his lips meet mine. He places his hand on my back leaning in me as we lay in the bed. His lips caress mine softly and gracefully in the way I love and the way only Corbyn can kiss me. My lips split giving his access and his mouth contact with my own. His fingers tug my hair as my fingers go down and touch the hem of his t-shirt. I bring it up slowly as I feel his smirk against my lips. Our lips lose contact the moment I lift his shirt out of his head before he throws it backward in the darkness.

"finally," he murmurs and I can't help but giggle at his words. His smile doesn't leave his lips as they kiss mine and I know he's satisfied that my shyness has disappeared completely. I'm too.

The fire crackles under my skin and sings in my veins as they are filled with warmth and desire that he explodes inside of me. His lips quit brushing against mine as they find their way down to my neck. I close my eyes relishing the feeling that I love and want to keep feeling for the rest of my life.

And then, just like that, so suddenly, so easily, I realize that I never want to live without that boy who came into my life and won my heart the second his eyes met mine.

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