eighteen » l.h

32.

I wrap the sheets around my body and throw my legs over the side of his bed, completely regretting it because my legs felt like jelly. I accidentally stepped on a loose piece of the soft sheet and slipped, his hands gripping my forearms. I quickly compose myself and try to walk normally as I make my way to the bathroom, wincing with step that I take.

"Love, what's wrong?"

I shake my head and attempt to close the door behind me but he stops it from doing so with his hand, "Baby please tell me what's wrong." He says and pulls me towards his chest but I push him away, turning the shower knobs.

"Baby." He's making it really hard for me to be upset with him. I just want to fall back into his arms and tell him that it ridiculous of me to be jealous.

I mean, who wouldn't be jealous though? Having him say that he hasn't comed at the same time a girl has right after we had sex? I should feel special that he hasn't done it before but I don't. The thought of him with other girls just makes my blood boil.

I ignore the sweet names he throws at me and let go of the sheets, letting them drop down to the floor before stepping into the shower and closing the door behind me. The cool water runs all over my body, relaxing me. He opens the door and steps in, moving toward me so my back was against the wall.

"Is it because of what I said?" He quietly says, his eyes blinking away the frew drops of water that got in the way. "I have been with girls before but that doesn't matter anymore-"

"But just thinking about it hurts me," I cut him off. "I find it unbearable just thinking about how they have touched you in a similar way I have, probably even better." I say and look down.

His fingers hook under my chin, forcing me to look into his piercing blue eyes. "I never loved them."

"And how do I know that?" He crashes his lips against mine and starts kissing me tenderly, darting his tongue out and letting it explore my mouth. All too soon, he pulls away and smiles.

"I never kissed them the way I kiss you," He says and runs his finger down the side of my face. "I never touched them the way I touch you." He hooks his hands under my thighs and lifts me up, pressing his body against mine. "I love you, and only you."

All my worries vanish as his lips start to work against my neck, kissing the marks he created softly. "You're mine." He says, trailing his tongue down the side of my neck. The action makes me shudder and my eyes flutter closed, loving the feeling of him licking me.

He swiftly lets go of me and turns his head to the side, exposing the little love bites I made on the area around his jawline. "And I'm yours."

"But what about my mom? Didn't you love her?" I ask, taking his hand away from the small of my back.

"That was nowhere near love."

I quickly step out and hurridly walk into my room, not caring about the wet foot prints I was making. It was most likely ridiculous of me to act this way but I couldn't help it.

Mike: cal ash and I are all going to a club, wanna come?

Me: wouldn't miss it for a thing.

Mike: lets go get shitfaced and make mistakes :)

I quickly get ready and plug my phone to charge; I wasn't going to deal with Luke if he called me. I was going to drink my ass off and hopefully, I wouldn't make any mistakes.