Relationship With My Boyfriends Best Friend

Chapter 29.

It's midnight, Monday has turned into Tuesday and the ninth of January has turned into the tenth. I've never had trouble going to sleep, but recently a lot has been spinning through my head so sleep seems impossible at the moment.

Jace left after dinner, leaving me alone with the task on figuring out how to talk to Eric. I have to do it - always have - but now it seems so stupid on why I never did. I shouldn't have had to keep this to myself for two weeks, I shouldn't have felt like I couldn't say anything. What he did to me is not okay, regardless of how long we've known each other.

Did I love him? More than myself. Do I love him now? I'll always have love for him, but any feelings I thought I once had for him after finding out have completely disappeared. I can't trust him, and if I can't trust him then the relationship will be miserable.

My feelings for Jace are far more complicated, a maze I don't have the energy to explore so I leave that alone.

Around twelve-thirty a.m. I hear a clacking at my window. At first I just think it's hail, but when it becomes louder and resembles more of a knock, I get out from under my sheets and go over to it.

I'm nearly scared out of my wits at the sight of Jace. What the heck is he doing here? Does he not realize that my parents and brother are currently sleeping, in there rooms, on the same level as mine.

"Jace," I hiss, not necessarily mad, but nervous and anxious. I'm glad to see him as crazy as it sounds, yet the lingering unknowingness of our relationship prevents me from getting too excited. "What are you-"

"Questions later," he stops me. "It's kind of cold out here. Can I come in?"

I really think about saying no and letting him freeze in the cold for cutting me off, but I step aside and let him against my better judgment. In all his leather jacket and black attire glory, he runs a hand through his hair when he finally makes it on to my carpeted floor.

"Now can I ask you a question?" I ask, going over to sit on my bed, sitting Indian style as I wait for him to respond. He looks at me, his eyes making me shiver.

"Sure," He gruffly responds, his eyes on mine only.

"Why are you here?" I feel like I've been asking this question a lot lately.

"Truth?" I nod - when doesn't he take the chance to be blunt with me? "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

My breath catches in my throat, the dark look in his eyes only adding to the effect that he gives me to just being here. My mind drifts back to New Year's Eve and my body tells me something that I try to hide. Jace notices.

"Do you know what I couldn't shake about you tonight?"
He asks, and gets closer to the bed. My heart rate picks up, anticipating something that my brain hasn't quite accepted yet. My body; well lets just say she really knows how to betray me.

"No," I whisper, but dying to know the answer, I listen intently. He moves towards me even more and I settle on my knees, feeling so small when he stands right beside the bed; in front of me.

"I couldn't stop thinking about Saturday," he speaks, voice dripping with seduction and need.

My thoughts, too, transport me back to that night. I leave out the fall out and focus on the most intimate moment of my life. I'm surprised by the fact that I wouldn't mind doing it again and with the way he's looking at me it seems imperative that we will.

"I couldn't help, but think of how I made you come. How you moaned my name and how Eric had never made you feel that way. Here I am a wall away from your boyfriend thinking about the noises that you made as I touched you."