Monster in My Bed

Chapter Sixteen | Angry Sex

"What? No big argument then?"

"No."

"No screaming match?"

"Nope."

"No angry sex?"

"I wish."

"What?"

"Nothing," I quickly recovered from my own bluntness watching Jack's face morph into one of confusion. I wasn't positive whether it was because he hadn't heard me clearly or because he had heard me too clearly, but either way, I recovered. "I've decided that it is in my best interest to accept what is. Besides, it's a lot less work for me to protect myself if I'm here. Freaking ten year olds want me dead. Can you believe it? Pups," I scoffed making up some lame excuse. I was still working on the whole accepting thing, so for now I was just making small, little excuses as to why I chose to stick around.

Jack and I were now on speaking terms. To say I was happy about it would be an understatement. It lifted a heavy weight off of my chest that I hadn't even realized was a possibility for me to have to be able to talk to the one person that I now consider a friend since I don't really have any connection to Hayden or Dallas anymore.

He was still trying to apologize about bringing up my parents. I just told him to shut up and acted like it didn't bother me anymore. Truthfully, it did, a lot, but there was absolutely no way I was going to show weakness pertaining to my parents again.

It made me cringe every time I think back to it.

Daniella has been acting like the conversation we had never even took place. I'm not really bothered by it, though. I don't really expect too much from her as it is.

Matteo and I—well—there's not exactly much to tell. We ended up just standing in the hallway for what felt like hours just wrapped in each other's arms. I'm positive that I couldn't count how many times he muffled out 'I'm sorry' and 'I'd never mean it' into my hair as he held me against his strong chest with those thick arms of his.

A part of me just felt flat out weird for not starting an argument with him or blaming him for everything that had happened. I wanted to tell him how stupid, hurtful, and insensitive he had been because I was just trying to help, but something else inside of me overpowered all of that. Something kept me anchored to Matteo and refused to say anything other than 'it's okay' and 'I know'.

After our much needed embrace, I forced Matteo to go get a shower even though he didn't want to leave me in fear that I'd run again. After telling him how much of an idiot he sounded, he eventually agreed to a shower once I'd promised to make him something to eat.

Neither of us said a word to each other as Matteo ate his dinner which consisted of a ham sandwich and some french fries for fear of starting another fight. Instead, we just sat at the island enjoying each other's company.

The silence continued until we went to bed directly after he had finished his meal. It only broke when Matteo whispered a tired 'I'm not letting you leave me, again' to my half-asleep self. The possessiveness in his tone and gestures as his arms tightened around my torso which I had willingly allowed myself to cuddle up next to him and his lips placing a soft kiss to the crown of my head brought a smile to my face.

It felt good to feel wanted, to feel cared for. It brought a warmth in my chest that I hadn't felt in a while, but it was especially peculiar due to the warm, sparking sensation that occurred between Matteo and I as we touched. It just made it seem so much better.