Fairytale Gone Bad - {Synyster Gates - Book 2} -

Chapter 10

It’s been a week since that disastrous evening but its shadow was still lingering. Brian had tried to make it up to me by buying me flowers and cooking for us but I couldn’t just overcome that shock I was in. So after a while he had stopped and distanced himself from me. Maybe he wanted to give me space to work through this by myself but it was in fact quite the opposite of what I needed right then. I wanted him to hold me, be with me and telling me that we were ok. That it was way too early to talk and even think about kids. That it didn’t matter right now because he wanted me all for himself.

Instead Brian spent the days at Zacky’s and only came home late at night when I was asleep. It scared me that we seemingly had arrived at this stage in our relationship where we both lived our own lives next to each other instead of with one another. I hated it. This feeling of him being so close but yet so far was unbearable. I missed him so much. Even more now than the time back in Munich.

That night I was lying in bed trying so hard not to cry again. I had watched an interview of Avenged Sevenfold on TV and Brian seemed so happy and carefree. He had even mentioned me. But this huge smile on his face with which Brian received all the congratulations for us stabbed my heart even more because I knew we weren’t ok. But I wanted us to be ok. I wanted us happy and in love.

I turned around in our bed and looked at his empty side. With a lump in my throat and some serious heartache I pulled his pillow to my chest. I buried my face in it. But when his scent reached my nostrils I couldn’t help but shed a few tears. Clutching it tightly I felt something built up inside of me after a while. It was something I had missed for the past couple of weeks. Usually only his touch could awaken this feeling inside my tummy and sent it on its way to create a warm ball down low, making it grow and grow until it exploded into fireworks.

It has been a while since we had slept with one another. It wasn’t really a surprise considering what our disagreement was about but nevertheless I still felt very attracted to him and it hurt massively that he didn’t care to touch me at all.

A small glimpse of light coming from the hallway pulled me out of my thoughts. I saw a dark figure silently slipping inside before the door was closed again. Only the bright moon shone through the French doors tinting his toned body in soft silver light. I could see his bare chest, his muscley arms, his beautiful tattoos. Brian knew I was awake; I was looking right into his eyes.

I felt a few more tears running down my damp cheeks as I let go of his pillow and shed out of the sheets. Brian didn’t move an inch when I got up and stepped to him. The feeling inside me was growing stronger and I hoped dearly he would somehow notice it.

I stood there in front of him in my satin nightgown, one of his recent gifts. I loved it. Just as much as I loved him. His eyes roamed my body and his expression softened, grew loving even. Slowly Brian lifted his hand and cupped my cheek feeling the wet trail of the tears on it. His eyes grew wide in surprise and as if the feeling of my tears woke him up from his trance he cupped my face and kissed me with all he had.

“I’m sorry. Baby, I’m so sorry.” He whispered pulling me close to his body. I felt his hard excitement and couldn’t help but moan in delight.

“I miss you. Please, Brian … please.” I clenched my fist in his hair and looked at him pleadingly. “Come back to me. Please.”

A hungry kiss silenced my pleading. He picked me up and all we did that night was being close to one another, bonding again and again until the both of us were sore.

“I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” Brian mumbled and ran his hands up and down my bare back. I was lying on top of him listening to his heartbeat and watching the sun rise over the ocean.