Unbreakable Humans (R.S.L).

Chapter eleven: I want to go home

Ross' POV

I couldn't help it.

Her lips looked so irresistible.

I knew that once her lips touched mine, there was no going back.

But how could I be so stupid?

If she ever found out what I can do, she'll run away from me.

And I can't let that happen.

The way her body reacted to me, oh god, she was my drug.

And I couldn't help but take some more.

Her back arched to me when I was kissing her soft skin.

Throaty moans coming out of her mouth because of my lips.

She was so addicting.

I knew this was wrong.

Somewhere inside of me, I knew this would end badly.

I knew it.

But did I listen to this small voice?

Nope.

Not one bit.

And now I bet I look like a complete douche for walking out on her when we were getting somewhere.

But I swear, if I hadn't stopped. . . lets just say she would have a hard time being able to walk.

But if I did that, I would be in major trouble.

She might have ended up liking me too.

And I don't need that.

I don't want to hurt her like I do everyone else.

I'm about as gentle as a bull in a china shop.

Yeah, that delicate.

When ever I'm with her, I feel like a thousand jolts of electricity have been coursing though me.

And I want to feel it all the time.

I want to feel her all the time.

To be able to feel her delicate skin under my finger tips every day, god, what a day that will be.

I know, I sound like some lame a** who needs to get a life and do something with it.

But when I'm with Chloe, that's what I feel like.

I feel like there's something more important to life then just hiding my feelings.

Someday, I'm going to have to tell her what I can do.

I'm going to have to show her.

And hopefully, she won't run away.

No wait, I shouldn't tell her at all.

Yeah, I just won't tell her.

"Ross?"

I turned, seeing Chloe at the end of the hallway looking at me now that I was in the living room on the couch.

I then realized her put her shirt back on.

Well, my shirt back on.

When my eyes met hers, she broke the contact and looked down at the ground.

She was messing with her fingers, she was nervous.

"Yeah?" I asked her, pulling my hands out of my hair.

"Um. . ." she thought.

Then she looked up at me.

"Did I. . ." she started.

She looked up at me, she was getting angry.

"Did I do something wrong?" she said, louder then normal.

I was speechless, not knowing what to tell her and how to tell whatever I was going to tell her.

"No." I looked down at my hands.

She let out a sigh.

I could see her run her hands through her hair without looking at her.

"Then what happened?" She asked, walking a bit closer.

"I couldn't do it anymore." I didn't look up at her.

"Do what?" her voice was closer.

"It."

"What is this 'it'?" she was getting frustrated and angry.

"Us." I stood up, looking at her.

I just now remembered I still wasn't wearing a shirt.

Great.

"What about us?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"I can't be in a relationship with you."

"And why not?" she was full on angry. "Because you sure weren't expressing that in the bathroom."

"I don't want to hurt you."

She scoffed.

"And how the hell would you hurt me?" she spat. "Are you one of those boys who only have a one night stand? one of those boys only in it for the pleasure? or the one that's just an a**?"

"I don't know." I lightly shrugged.

"Oh, you don't know." she laughed.

She then looked down at the ground, moving her feet.

When her eyes met mine, they were empty.

There was no emotion.

"I want to go home." she said.

"The weather's still not picked up." I said.

It was true, but when we were in the bathroom, I'm pretty sure it did, then I had to ruin it.

She sighed.

"Then where's the guest bedroom?" she was annoyed.

"I only have my room." I breathed.

"Then where the hell do I go?" she shouted.

"You can go to my room or stay out here." I said.

"Where are you going to be?" She asked.

"Out here."

"Then I'll be up in your room." and she walked off.

The only sound in the house was when she slammed the door.

I gently flinched, not used to noise and actions of Chloe.

I sighed, sitting down on the couch, turning on the TV.

There was nothing good on the TV, the weather to bad.

Seeing that there was no point to try and comfort an angry girl, and she was angry at me, I stayed down in the living room, listening to the rain pour outside.

I soon laid on the couch and fell fast asleep.

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Poor Ross.

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~Lexy~